He made her feel like she could fly. Like she could do anything she put her heart to, because he believed in her. He made her soul lift and smile. He made laughter burst from her lips. He brought color to her mornings and to her evenings. In her mind, he loved her. But the […]
Why do I do this to myself? Why do I keep cutting open the wound? Reminding myself of all the ways I fail. That I don’t measure up. That I never will. I want so much more than I will ever have. Why torture myself? Why can’t I leave well-enough, alone? There is this untouchable […]
your voice is the key to all my locks whispered words easily slip between my thighs I shiver metaphors and allegory drench our sheets as profound prayers and verbs saturate the thick air around us I will swallow every uttered pronoun powerful verses, the rhythm we move to your voice is the key and how […]
I have a thousand things to say to you. If only you would listen. Oh, you hear my words, but you don’t listen to my heart. The meaning beneath what I say. My casual, how are you today? means that I am thinking about you. And I want the very best for you. I truly […]
Then I understood I would never Have enough of you And you would never have your fill of me Turning in your embrace I pressed myself closer Trying to climb inside you if possible You pulled my mouth to yours again We stood there until the sun had long set Showing one another our deep […]
There aren’t many places in the world that make me happy more consistently than the ocean. Or, perhaps, the beach by the ocean (because let’s face it, I’m not out in the water… it’s Alaska, for Pete’s sake). It’s the smell in the air. The wide open spaces. The sounds of seagulls and eagles screeching. […]
We were laying on the bed facing one another. Our breathing slowing as we had just made love and it was intense and deep. We were looking into each other’s eyes and I reached over and gently stroked down the side of your face with my fingertips. Your eyes gently closed and you had such […]
I felt your pull and how could I fight it? Why would I? Your waves gently washed over my heart and filled all the tidepools of my soul. You brought life and fresh oxygen to my limp and lifeless hands. When your fingers slid over and around my thighs, I opened myself completely to you, […]
Your feet nearly touch the thin line, waiting, then pushing a toe tentatively nearer; you sigh wistfully, pull back gently. What delight may be held, should you ultimately cross over? Would it be to your peril or your salvation? There are risks and there are rewards to that line. You know you can’t straddle it. […]
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Imagine that grown, creepy men have been trying to fuck you since you were ten years old. Imagine one of them did, and when you told people, no one believed you. Imagine agonizing over what to wear before you leave the house because you know you’ll be judged for whatever…
