S L I C K: Syd Sysco Volume LXIX: At the Feet of the Goo Empress of 61 Cygni
It was her. Her thighs, her stomach, her chin, her eyes, her balls, her lips, her long fingers. Her breasts like year-long tear drops hanging against a backdrop of soft white clouds in the sky. She sat down on the stone facade and her thighs spread like water.