Curiosity

Curiosity.

Beautiful. Visceral. It was my weapon.

The man was elsewhere, wandering some unexplored glade or copse within their paradise. She was all mine.

She licked her lips, curiosity battling conscience. A victor I would decide.

I whispered close, “It’s the same as any other fruit. Why not try it?”

 

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