Smithereens

She played the cards of time by scattering the lazy hour they had on that Sunday afternoon, protruding her way up from his neck to the ear, by gently, slowly kissing infinitesimal portions of his skin. Every little salty portion he left on her lips was a bite she had to save for the months of famine that were about to come. 

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