What's in her? Medicine or deadly poison? He's wanted her for hundreds of nights in a row. It wasn't enough, damned enough. Nothing touched him, he was proud and rude, and now his life depends on these lips that touch with tenderness, making him live again. He's afraid he'll never be able to let her go again. And he inhales her to the point of madness, as if breathing any other way is now a crime. Everything within him is filled with her a millionfold ❤️
What's in her? Living water or deadly poison?
