Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

       The kiss is not soft or gentle. It is D E S P E R A T I O N
        packed in a fleeting moment of reckless abandon
        – all tongue and teeth and hands roaming, groping
        for something to anchor each other down and tether
        back to the here and now.

                        When Korro’s body presses hers back into
                        the wall, she lifts her feet up and wraps her
                        legs around his hips. He doesn’t mind;
                        smirking in that overconfident manner of his
                        as he pushes further, as though they could
                        both meld into the wall together and become
                        one with it.