Buttons

Her words floated briefly in the air before trailing away into nothingness.  She spoke and I heard silence.  The reason we were here, she sitting on the bed and me standing before her, was she had something important to say. . .  I think.  I wanted to give her my full attention but could not stop staring at all those damn buttons.  The impulse to reach out and snap each open, one at a time, in quick succession exposing her supple white skin grew much too difficult to resist.  She smiled at me knowingly. 

Photo Title: Still

Artist or Photographer: loveErica

Location of original work: deviantArt

Button, Trailing, Impulse, Reason, Float

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