He murmured I love you into the soft skin of my inner thigh, his tongue, thick with juices. Exploring the throbbing folds, kissing the sugared walls, his fingers glazed with midnight indulgence.
Continue reading “Inside her sugared walls”
And here we are again, trapped in
between nothingness and somethingness,
under a stained comforter, sweaty and Continue reading “Just hold me”
There’s a kind of love you hide away. The kind you keep to yourself, sealed in jars, tucked into shoeboxes, buried in the back of drawers and pressed between the pages of books. The kind that doesn’t see the light of day because it can’t, because it mustn’t, because if it did it would be the end of you both.
Continue reading “Hide and seek”
I’m not the type who takes
a lot of selfies. Today,
he took a hundred horrible Continue reading “Heal over”
It’s strange knowing that
you can be naked with
someone, but not vulnerable. Continue reading “Wreck of the day”
I keep my memories of you
like a picture in a locket,
tucked under my blouse Continue reading “Possession”
How long do we have to exchange
kind words and pleasantries when
you know how intently I’m watching Continue reading “Don’t speak”
I don’t know why men continue to come into my life regardless of the No Vacancy sign I’ve hung on my heart. Always the right men at the wrong time. It’s as if somehow they know that I’ll take them in anyway. There must be something about me that says stay.
Continue reading “If I be wrong”
You try to remember
what you’ve always known,
that life is lived in moments.
And you realize, sometimes, Continue reading “Too good with goodbyes”
I used to count the miles to get to you.
Now, I count the miles to get back to myself.
Continue reading “Wise enough”