079: I Am No Angel
"Come with me." You stand on the shore and offer your hand and your smile. Starlight glimmers on your fingers, around your neck, and in the depth of your gaze. It breaks through the darkness you hide in. But like your hair is artfully tousled, so the darkness is easily disturbed. It is a trust disguised as genteel distrust.
Oh, but you look like a gem. Dark, polished, glowing. There is a smooth richness on the surface and frail helplessness beneath. You could fool an angel and come out a sinner.
But I am no angel.
Perhaps that is why I reveal my fangs in a snarl of genteel playfulness, turning my lips into a carefully contained grin as I place my hand in yours. "You do tempt me," I whisper, and we both know that I will remain unattached. That I can remove my hand and walk away. That I will keep my carefully contained grin when you fall.
Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad on Instagram)
Oh, but you look like a gem. Dark, polished, glowing. There is a smooth richness on the surface and frail helplessness beneath. You could fool an angel and come out a sinner.
But I am no angel.
Perhaps that is why I reveal my fangs in a snarl of genteel playfulness, turning my lips into a carefully contained grin as I place my hand in yours. "You do tempt me," I whisper, and we both know that I will remain unattached. That I can remove my hand and walk away. That I will keep my carefully contained grin when you fall.
Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad on Instagram)
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