sjsprWriting

We dream, wish, and yearn for love. Fresh plumped lips that are eagerly ready to be picked. Innocent in others' minds but so perverted in our own. Fake love we construct to make our conversations much more interesting. But we wouldn't know what love was if it hit us in the face. Because when the fables become true-life, then love has come with a price; a price that some virgin lips and undisturbed hearts are not willing to pay.