Leo
I have to admit, I hadn’t anticipated seeing Tarot again so soon.
In fact, I hadn’t anticipated seeing her ever again.
It’s a mythically bad idea, no matter how I slice it. And believe me, because I tried to slice it every way under the goddamned sun, and they all end as undeniably prodigiously awful ideas.
But f*****g Christ, I’ll be damned if I haven’t been dreaming of her nearly every goddamned night since we were last together. I desperately crave the uncomfortable crawling sensation she puts under my skin. Itch to have the haunting terrifyingly beautiful tapestry of her soft flesh in my hands. Oh hell. Under my tongue. f**k. For my ears to ring with those hot little whimpers and sighs in her ear candy Louisiana drawl and that exotic scent poisoning my senses.
Of the billi
