@zweigz : " 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 ? 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ? 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘺 ? 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 ? "
she holds her gaze on him , youthfully feral , steadfast until it hurts & itches in russet hues , tinsels with lachrymose . splayed on the linoleum of her dorm room , half - dressed , fuchsia bra & tennis skirt , watching him through her propped knees , hands mechanically work on the laces of her sneaker . even from there , she looks down at him - a habit she acquired on the courts , how his frame takes up space in her room , sunlit curls & tense muscle - a sight to behold . an amalgam of adoration & despise . " what are you aiming at ? " words uttered through gritted canines , eyes still seer through . " returned to interrogate me ? I'm not in the mood " voice as dull as metal , a scintilla of his to the kerosine in her veins - enough to start a wildfire . and she wants it all , perhaps , unable to grasp the magnitude of her youthful hungers , aching for things to ravish girlish vigour . never satiated , ravenous with want creature in a tennis skirt .