Oftewel om 2u ‘s nachts telefoon krijgen dat een hond een epileptische aanval heeft en nadien niet meer kunnen slapen. Arme hond. Arme ik.
MonthJune 2019
Butterflies.
His breath caresses her face. Coffee and cigarettes mixed with his odour. Musk and earth. Dark. Man. Virile. Her mouth opens a little. They both are breathing heavenly, haven’t spoken a word since they found each other, here, outside at the willow tree. They move closer. And closer. Their eyelashes almost touch. He turns his