The Leopard and the Nightingale – published on ParagraphPlanet

She buys me whiskey, lips ruby red, hair darker than night and eyes the fathomless sea.  She tells me the story of the nightingale caught under a leopard’s gaze. She whispers that sex is a spell to save barbarity from boredom. I say, “Do we understand what this is? What we are?” She smiles, replies, “We are nightingales trying to speak to each other”. Then we fall silent.  Until one of us fucks the other.

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The Leopard and the Nightingale – published on ParagraphPlanet

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