Tasting apples


Her skin was cool but soft against my skin. I hugged her and she giggled. I inhaled her delicious scent. She smelled like apples.

“What are you thinking?”

She awoke from her stream of thoughts. “Nothing.”

He smiled. She kissed him.

I wonder if her mouth tastes like apples, too.

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Author: Aira Mallapre

Aira, a dreamer by day and crammer by night, has been singing out of tune since 1995.

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