Flood
. . . her quiet, controlled manner suggested to me that an orgasm would only manifest itself as tiny ripples on the surface, which I might simply fail to notice…. Read more »
. . . her quiet, controlled manner suggested to me that an orgasm would only manifest itself as tiny ripples on the surface, which I might simply fail to notice…. Read more »
Brigid: You’ve been playing with me. Just pretending you care to trap me like this. You didn’t care at all. You don’t love me! Spade: I won’t play the sap… Read more »
A fortune teller once told me the love of my life was going to have dark curly hair… I just didn’t realize it was going to be on your knuckles.
I waited for you like words in a book, waiting to once more feel your burning eyes upon their naked white sheets. I sat waiting for you among the dying… Read more »