Hot nd Cold
Jayden moaned her name. He wanted her to stop before he loses himself in the pleasure she was giving him. Jasmine didn't want to stop but she did. She felt mortified by her actions.
As she reluctantly removed her lips from his neck, she recalled something.
A long time ago, someone had told her something about life. The nanny at the orphanage. She was a wise old woman, that one.
" My child, sometimes, life takes us around so much we almost give up. There would be a man. While amid a happy crowd, he hid his tears and was covered with a smile.
Among the relaxed souls, he felt odd but stayed just to feel a sense of belonging. Sometimes, words are not the only way of expressing ourselves.
In exemptions of pictures, sketches, prints, drawings, and colors, there are so many shades of art if only you could take the time to see. That he who blends in the crowd most is the one who doesn't fit at all."