Like a 9-lb Hammer
I can see, through bliss-blurred eyes, the sheen of sweat on his forehead, feel the tremble in his biceps, hear the raggedness of his breathing; the vestiges of control are… Read more »
I can see, through bliss-blurred eyes, the sheen of sweat on his forehead, feel the tremble in his biceps, hear the raggedness of his breathing; the vestiges of control are… Read more »
This makes me laugh, every time. 🙂 Merry Christmas!
-or- THE LEANING TOWER OF TREE-ZA NOVEMBER 28, 2015 Step One: Â Compromise . Step Two: Â Exercise I need you to help me carry this thing. Excuse me? I can’t do… Read more »
Between the heat and the cool, the quiet and the conversation, the holding out and the holding on, the new and the familiar, there are moments… Undefined. Moments of touch…