Carpe Diem (closed to Jenny -NSFW)
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Macbeth daren't think too much on what this is or he might flee.
His wife was gone; she doesn't seem to be coming back. Jenny was here, alive, warm and soft in places he needed to feel, hard in others, just as important.
He followed her to her room, inside, where he turned, pressing her back to the wall, hands overhead, laced together, as he kissed her, his body pressed to hers. They both tasted of whiskey and want.
Macbeth daren't think too much on what this is or he might flee.
His wife was gone; she doesn't seem to be coming back. Jenny was here, alive, warm and soft in places he needed to feel, hard in others, just as important.
He followed her to her room, inside, where he turned, pressing her back to the wall, hands overhead, laced together, as he kissed her, his body pressed to hers. They both tasted of whiskey and want.