Strange, a silence can be a signature of submission, yet a mask of treason.
A golden scar
“Keep your eyes closed!”
She pleaded as she neatly folded the ochre satin cloth into the desired thickness. With one hand gently covering his both eyes she now turned to his back, holding on to his bare chest, her fingers as if humming a note on his heartstrings.
“Few more moments, just keep them closed” she whispered in his ears, standing on her tiptoes.
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