Alma

♥ As she put on his makeup and straightened his tie, She felt breathy, and slightly light headed, With a twinkle of mischief agleam in her eye, Through his fingers, her own she then threaded. ♥ Gently caressing his cold blueish skin, Of formaldehyde, there were still traces. She was tickled to find rigor mortis set […]

Read More Alma