Mutual

no touch made unsure, a brush of tenderness just shy of pleasure to be smothered with a blade of comfort... I cannot realize myself from this other. without a line to define with no kiss too meager or a must of lust to start a fuss around every corner I embrace and I absorb with... Continue Reading →

Flicker

hot, calm - no grounding when we crossed, we made it dark no more bulbs pounding - B. Brown (art by Carol Burgo)

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