Love Hurts
Oooof. Sharp.Sand-rough.Grit hard scratch against tender soft un-wet. Hiss of breath between teeth.His: pleasure. Mine: pain. Stinging pricks of icy rain batter the insides of my eyes. I lower my… Read more »
Oooof. Sharp.Sand-rough.Grit hard scratch against tender soft un-wet. Hiss of breath between teeth.His: pleasure. Mine: pain. Stinging pricks of icy rain batter the insides of my eyes. I lower my… Read more »
My limbs – splayed at the top, crossed at the bottom – a firm but boneless contrast to his wrapped-over-mine tension of form – accept the broad muted brushtrokes… Read more »
It is a beautiful unfolding, this process. Like so many sexual petals unfurling. It is an exquisite evolvement, a fragile flowering. Learning a lover. It is one of my favorite… Read more »