|Foto: Stella Moonstone|
“You’ve lost your smile,” they told her.
What almost nobody knew is that smiles don’t get lost, only dislodged, and hers was elsewhere, lost on the map of her body, right in the subtle nook where her back ended, where no one could see it. Not even her.
But he could: he found it while wandering over her skin; and he brought it back, sliding it along with his lips, traversing the return route, climbing up her back;
accompanying it with his tongue and fixing it back in its place – so that it wouldn’t detach again – with a sea of kisses.