Ties that Bind

You write your name on my skin, from across the room, your gaze both creating boundaries and opening up the universe, silently telling me yes or no — invisible conversations between simple daily activities, like dressing for dinner, driving across town. The heat of your touch blossoms anew as I sit. I hold the menu, looking at…

Intoxication

It’s not something I’m usually conscious of: His scent… always subtly whispering…having secret conversations with my own…mingling to create the smell of us. Of course, I was highly aware of it early on…not so much that it was there…or that it was good. The right scents are often like that. So right…possibly so like our own…so natural,…

Buy Me a Coffee

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