Their hands were locked, after moments became loose. Parting ways has always been their most dreaded scene. Their hearts beat like a broken jukebox. Crazily. Haughtily. He pulled her and kissed her. It was quick. But it was full. They did not notice, but their eyes closed as his lips brushed hers. It was quick. And it was full.
They headed on to their own directions. Still, she tasted his saccharine mouth. She was a happy dandelion. And she let her lips dry on its own. They were not hand in hand anymore. But she felt his curative aura taunting her. In a nice, palpable manner.
Everything slow-motioned. Except her heart that beat like Zimmer’s masterful tempo. She could die right then and there.
He is everything she wants.
He is her rubial fetish.
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Their hands were locked, after moments became loose. Parting ways has always been their most dreaded scene. Their hearts beat like a broken jukebox. Crazily. Haughtily. He pulled her and kissed her. It was quick. But it was full. They did not notice, but their eyes closed as his lips brushed hers. It was quick. And it was full.
They headed on to their own directions. Still, she tasted his saccharine mouth. She was a happy dandelion. And she let her lips dry on its own. They were not hand in hand anymore. But she felt his curative aura taunting her. In a nice, palpable manner.
Everything slow-motioned. Except her heart that beat like Zimmer’s masterful tempo. She could die right then and there.
He is everything she wants.
He is her rubial fetish.
They headed on to their own directions. Still, she tasted his saccharine mouth. She was a happy dandelion. And she let her lips dry on its own. They were not hand in hand anymore. But she felt his curative aura taunting her. In a nice, palpable manner.
Everything slow-motioned. Except her heart that beat like Zimmer’s masterful tempo. She could die right then and there.
He is everything she wants.
He is her rubial fetish.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
She is everything he needs.
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