Art Lovers
‘It’s like possession, isn’t it?’The fact that she’d even spoken shocked her. The words escaped her lips like his looming presence at her shoulder had summoned them.‘How so?’ His two velvet syllables warmed the pit of her stomach like cognac. She fixed hard on the naked embrace within the frame–lovers locked in ecstasy, his arms wrapping from behind, hers palming her own breasts. A photo-image coupling rendered into black-and-white abstraction, like an x-ray of two souls at the point of...
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