www.facebook.com/pulpinsidefiction Incarnadine. Bursting. Tempestuous.
Intensifying. Blushy and offensive skin. Frozen lips covering the loud
words. Post-orgasmic grasp of emotions. Surreptitiously touches.
Feeling black and white movements inside our chests. Stained memories.
Viscid drops of imagination. In the end there was nothing but canvas
and skin. Explosions in the heart.
