No, seriously. ‘Kayso, this is what happened:
I send him a photographic story upon waking, warm arousal flushing my skin from late-night fever-hot dreams. Click. Aching nipples, pebbled against the night, distraught at the loss of his… Read more »
My skin flushes hot under the brand of your hand, And, Pushing and panting, I arch back Into the ghost of You.
(Thank you, Fiona Apple, for providing the perfect post title.) I am not sleeping well.
They come more frequently now, these dreams that haunt and taunt and chide. I do not know what they are about, or whom. I cannot decipher the messages within because,… Read more »