Rosaline Honeycock
I have a penchant for collecting small clippings of prose and poetry; am partial to sitting in bed with a good book; love Florence + The Machine, and look dangerously sexy in a pair of red fuck-me pumps.
Emotionally distraught, wrung like a dried wash cloth.
Vulnerable, lost — in need of physical comfort, of warmth; of sexual healing.
Retreating to a lover to be nurtured — From this day forward, You shall not walk alone. My heart will be your shelter, and my arms will be your home.
Taking refuge in the folds of their cunt.
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