I am wandering around in my knickers and an old green tee shirt, the kind that has been washed too many times and worn-out soft. It just covers me, skimming the rounded edge of my ass, revealing black undies every time I reach up. I’m cleaning the place, picking up the clutter from a busy…
You are… Beside me … Curled up into a ball … Nestled against me Your shallow breathing… I am watching and feeling… The slow rise and fall of your chest… And hearing the soft sighs of contented slumber… It is so unlike the ragged, gasping breaths of last night’s ecstasy… When I was buried balls…
There is a beauty in the incomplete Because we look for more The clichĂ© is that it is the journey Not the destination that matters And sometimes clichĂ©s are true There is a complacency that happens When we no longer have to try To find happiness or give it And assume it to be there…
I am a person of substance A woman with character So what I seek is the same A man with principles Who is authentic, not a player With the same sensibility One who is capable of love As well as lust and passion I am not a quick shag Not a temporary solution To a…
