We are creatures built on a foundation of want. And sometimes that wanting is nestled so deep it dare not show itself, for fear of being seen and known in a way that makes it too real to be denied. Sometimes that want becomes a small, hard kernel of longing that you...
come here. come closer. feel my breath? good. do not look away right now you are mine right now i am lifting hair from neck running my finger gently there. across the line of clavicle. down curve of rib following concave of waist coming to rest on the hard of hip....
What do you want, lover? Tell me. What do you want? Right now. Don’t be shy. Don’t look away. I’m right here. I’m listening. There’s nothing else I need right now besides you. You, and the truth. So, tell me every last thing. What do you want? Do you want love?...
I want to leave. Run to her. I am obsessed. It is the only thing I can think of. The only thing I know. It is my truth… I am holding my hands open to you now, palms up. Place your hands in mine. Feel the pulse of shared experience. Trust me when I say that...
I want to travel to cities around the world to wander alone. I want to raise my face to the warm sun, a flowered sundress swirling around my thighs, bare feet on hard earth. I want the floppy hat on my head to blow off in a sudden gust of wind just so I can chase it...
