Reverie
My skin flushes hot under the brand of your hand, And, Pushing and panting, I arch back Into the ghost of You.
My skin flushes hot under the brand of your hand, And, Pushing and panting, I arch back Into the ghost of You.
A.N.N. (which is Mrs. Fever’s middle name) wears clothes when she has to. And she (we?) had to over the past few days because the male parent-type was visiting. Which… Read more »