When it’s dinner time here, he’s going to bed there. We say goodnight, always a drawn out and adoring bit of texting or Skyping, and when I set down my phone I have to let him go. Continue reading “To the Moon and Back”
I need you.
I need you here, in my bed, your hands traveling over my feet and ankles, my calves, the notches behind my knees. Continue reading “Late Night Thoughts”
I have perfected watching you. You hardly know I do it and I doubt you’d truly mind if you noticed. Continue reading “Stretch”
“My fingers will trace the line of your lips, that Cupid’s bow empty of arrows, all of which I have caught.”