This makes me feel a little weak in the knees.
…and slowly i miss YOU gives way to i miss this. And while i will always miss YOU, part of me wonders if this growing...
(a favorite from the archive)
he led me to the bedroom, holding my wrists tight in his hands, fingers curling into my flesh. just his touch brought...
This speaks to me. The energy, the soft and hard in juxtaposition.