He pulls himself even closer so we can't get any closer, and I smile. A small growl burns at the base of my throat and I forget that I have leopard senses. I don't break the kiss though.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening