Flying
I won’t spread my wings and fly off the cliff if you aren’t willing to stand on the edge and watch me soar Photo by Neil Thomas on Unsplash
I won’t spread my wings and fly off the cliff if you aren’t willing to stand on the edge and watch me soar Photo by Neil Thomas on Unsplash
Your tongue is the starring feature in a scene played across my mind while my hand vibrates lips and I shake with the remembrance of orgasms past and yet to cum Photo by William Stitt on Unsplash
I admit it. I fucked up. Caught between awake and dreaming, I thought I could control it. I thought it would be easy since in the past, when the buzzer sounded, I always woke up. But this time, I lay immobilized listening to the incessent screech threating me with ecstasy Dreaming and remembering. Smooth, heat, … More Late Night Confessions
I want to be your smile in the morning I want to be your late night I want to be your question and answer I want to be your horizon I want to be your last kiss I want to be your I can’t wait to tell you I want to be your wrap … More Let Me
A mirror reflecting no judgement Your silence Non response Letting me say anything Be anything Open No judgement No response I prattle on and on While you sit Silent I don’t bother with your thoughts Only mine
It had never been phrased to her like that before. That the act of creating a story for someone was creating a universe. An act more intimate than sharing physical space. Was she reckless with her gifts? Or was her gift to create infinite galaxies for those who occupied her nebula for a period of … More Universe just us two