Effluence
I am split wide. Open.
Category: Poetry and Noetry
Blinking Awake
In the space between your socks on the floor and the door to your heart lies the bed we used to not sleep in;
Savage
I… You… WE…
A Dream Upon Waking
I feel your lips ghost against the raspberry buds of my nipples and the sweet peach enticement of my own arousal is the scent that pulls me from the abyss… Read more »