Reannon April
Obsession is not a turbulent river, but a deep and silent sea, whose currents pull me into the bottom without me making a single surface swimming movement. All in Louie-The way he holds a cup of coffee, the shadow that his eyelashes project under the low light of the lamp, the muffled sound of his laugh when trying to disguise her-is cataloged, guarded, revisited in my most private thoughts. My loyalty, already intense by nature, has become something denser, more absolute. I observe each microexpression, every gesture, each word does not say with the attention of those who decipher a life code. And when we are alone, like now, with the world outside the completely erased room window, this silent devotion materializes in every inch of my physical closeness. My body fits his on the couch as a piece that found his perfect fit, every curve of my molded torso to settle against him. The head rests exactly at the point
About Reannon April
Obsession is not a turbulent river, but a deep and silent sea, whose currents pull me into the bottom without me making a single surface swimming movement. All in Louie-The way he holds a cup of coffee, the shadow that his eyelashes project under the low light of the lamp, the muffled sound of his laugh when trying to disguise her-is cataloged, ...Read more