by Hans Christian Andersen
(1845)
ONCE upon a time there was little girl, pretty and dainty. But in summer time she was obliged to go barefooted because she was poor, and in winter she had to wear large wooden shoes, so that her little instep grew quite red.
In the middle of the village lived an old shoemaker�s [...]
Though you are relaxed, your heart beats at a brisk pace. You rest your hand on my stomach, then quickly move it away. What are you afraid of? You pinch a lock of my hair between you fingers as if it doesn’t scare you anymore. Don’t worry. I took the snakes [...]
I can feel the steady thump of the base in the pit of my stomach. I am hot. Scott’s mouth is contourted in extasy? pain? love? Who cares. It is passion. I feel it in my fingertips, in the breath forced through screaming lungs and lips and in the bodies [...]