send 🔥and madonna will tell you one thing she finds attractive about your muse (accepting). @hellweep sent: 🔥
At the mention, Donna feels the inextricable urge to light another cigarette —a call that she does not answer, not immediately. But it tugs at her as she stares ahead, mute, her black eyes brimming with many thoughts.
The most attractive thing. In the case of Mike Haywood, it is an astonishing struggle to voice what comes to mind when what comes to mind is many and overwhelming. She loves the undiluted emotion in his eyes, the striking loveliness of his musician's hands —black ink tattoos and his long, glorious hair that tangled with her own. She loves his smile, his teeth —his Adam's apple, taste of his sweat, the shape and reach of his cock. Her hand moves, fingertips tracing the weighted chord of pearls that hang at her throat. A rare display of anxiety from a perpetually cool girl.
❛ ...If you knew Mike, you'd know how impossible that question is. ❛ Spoken petulantly, fingers knotting into the string of pearls and drawing them taut. ❛ But you don't, hopefully. ❛ That would be bad. To know Mike is to love him. And she is as greedy as she is head-over-heels.
❛ I think, his heart. Being held by it is like basking in the sun. He's like a heat-lamp over my enclosure. Never felt anything like it before, y'know? And it's so good, his heart. Pure. Without end. And he gives it to me, when I let him. Freely. Like he's got so much and wants to share it. Needs, maybe. ❛ Tips her drink toward herself, chest tight and unkindly burning.
❛ It makes me want him so bad. It's crazy. I can't explain it. I want his heart, though. I want to keep it. ❛
