Worn #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt

worn-steps

 

“Those worn steps,” she said as they stood in front of their door, “speak of our story…”

She was right, but he was pleased there was then no-one to hear, or see them. How could they explain? They were coming home, after so many years. Years? Ney, decades, or worse. This house his ancestors had built. When? He smiled, took her hand, and they walked up to the door. Their door.

Behind that door was their life, their secrets. And her, his lady, his immortal love. On the doorstep they kissed. He was already enabriated by her scent, the touch of her tongue.

The small entrance was dark. She shut the door, and led him to the back, to their room.

“And now, let’s celebrate!” she said, pushing him on the bed. This was worn too. As he felt the delight of her teeth on his throat, he knew they were really back home.

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