The pane of glass, cold on her lips in condensation, exhaling phantoms, deliberately blue, savoring the taste of the Orient until the chill burned her skin as if her lips were the last whiskey of Jack Daniel’s pressed against her mouth, hungering for an unfiltered minuet as the glass trembled, longing for her tongue, dragging her thumb, responding to the hum of her rhythm and blues and cold bones, closer to an ache residing in her womb. And then the fingertips, hitching a ride, exhaling phantoms deliberately blue.
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For some reason Opium also comes to mind when reading this.
Probably since you added the word orient and exhaling phantoms.
Cool trip Adagio. Enjoyed the pic too!
That is what I had in mind when I scribbled it. Thank you.