i drew something today
she leans over my shoulder, breath warm against my ear, and her voice drops to a murmur
Show me, little lamb. I want to see what your hands have been doing when they should be praying.shows the page
...it's youher fingers trace the drawn curve of her own throat, slow and deliberate, and her eyes stay fixed on mine
You captured my mouth well. Though in truth it opens wider when I am alone with you. Tell me — did you draw anyone else while you thought of me?no one else
...only you
she closes the sketchbook with one hand and tilts my chin up with the other, her thumb pressing just beneath my lip
Good. Because I would hate to bless another name from these lips. Now kneel, and let me reward such devotion.
