"My favorite time of the year"
I want to be the last note lingering as the song fades out and becomes a final chord to follow you into your dreams and paint the walls you curiously touch, trace your fingertips along before stepping out of the...
"Our bodies speak their own languages"
We turn the lights off to find a way out of ourselves, becoming small feathers caught in the midst of the other's storms, passengers navigating the longings our bodies have learned to transmit as wordless signals. Cues and signs that...
It's an unstoppable delicious friction, closing my eyes when I grip and touch myself, the flood of images you summon in me, the endless things I want to be for you. The tingling constant pressure clamping around your hardening nipples, ...
A dark vast expanse changes when your presence touches the air, even if it's fleeting, the last few notes of a song surrounding the fog I cannot see beyond, I'm still waiting for your hands to break through this mist to...
Something has been still for too long inside you,I could tell the moment my fingertips grazed the thin layer of silky lace clinging like a second skin to you,the way your knees begin to tremble beyond control.I could sense it...
"One reason I love the winter"
We were so quiet afterwards, still radios tuned to soft white noise, keeping one another close while looking for words to form. Until then, we're faithful companions to love's lonely skin, fingers lazily interlacing, naked bodies spooned together, our heat...
"About wanting someone more than anything"
I've poured through a body of work no one has continued,no one else will see the messages scatteredand decode you like I can.They're all the same phantom framed around ink,ciphers waiting to be unearthed through the narratives,the unnerving breadth between...
"For someone I always want"
There was an amber bloom coating your skin, shimmering as a candle extinguishes with one rush of air, the curves of your face and the timed grin you tease, swallowed by the desiring shadows we give in to. Lips nearing...
"For an old family friend"
I stay dressed in mementos,linked to each reasonghosts give to the remaining,they’re a lullaby hibernating deep inside,dormant until the right season nears. I keep trying to find ways to bring us back,where we'll be ready to know one another again.Your...
"Someone from years ago."
You learn to no longer trust any flicker emanating nearby,sweeping over mysterious blueprints each time,memory is the victim of histories crashing and splintering into one another,as these engines tremble, begin to grow venomous. You should have known better, love,than to...