Reaching
It’s anticipatory.Reminiscent.A reflex action in my not-quite-dream state. My hand curves just _so_ when I extend it through the graylight veil between sleep and wakefulness, reaching for you. For a… Read more »
Category: Pleasure
A Quiet Cacophony
I close the window, shutting out the cheeping shrill of the feather-ruffled coven roosting – ousted from nests in trees now removed – on branches that shake with their avian… Read more »
Give me rubs.
My muscles are tense — tiny balled knots knuckling up in punchy fists along either side of my spine and down the backs of my legs, contracted into achy filaments… Read more »
Symptomatic: (self) love in the time of…
I feel the night pressing in on me, swaddling me closer than the blankets I am wrapped in Hot… Why am I so hot?…. and my response in my half-dream… Read more »