3am. Memories when I least want them. Memories that hurt sweetly. Her sweat. Pearls of salt and rose on my lips. When she called my name instead of God’s as she came. Two heathens taking the holy sacrament. Wanting to die in the moment. The smell of her p...
My nose pressed against leather. A mix of rain, wet cotton and the smell of his skin filled me. I shivered in his arms as the elevator climbed to his apartment. Years of acting like the scream in my stomach every time I saw him did not exist were finally...
Breathless. Suffocating under shame. Fingertips burning. Wants morphing into needs. Ignored phone calls drowning in the vacuum of lust. Love? We are in too far to give it a name. Against sanity, against reason, we are here. We always end up in some versio...
