Wed
25 May, 2012
***death narrative here
Oscar Wilde, Salome
And I kissed her, I kissed her like her neck was a river, and I’d been so thirsty. I kissed her like our lips were two lost souls who just found each other.
I kissed her hard, cause we both knew I’d been wanting to do that for a very long time.
”( ´ ▽ ` ) ♥ (ꈍᴗꈍ)