I feel closest to you during the hard moments. The tough silences. The times of broken spirits. I feel a camaraderie when we are washed over with grief together. Whether or not the core of the tragedy is ours, our shared proximity to it still means our own little world gets rocked or shattered or… Continue reading Brother In Arms
You brushed against me and I didn’t flinch. Better days are coming.
I want you to know I’m happy as “just” friends. I’ve got no complaints, nothing to hold against you. And no, it doesn’t feel like settling. Perhaps it seemed that way once; I think I just got caught up in the sparks and assumed they should lead to a roaring romance. But, no. I’ve come… Continue reading Fated Connection
I want to know your wild side. The untucked, untied, uncensored. Show me everything about you that you think I shouldn’t see. Drop the act and act on instinct. Primal, without hesitation. Reach for my wrists, my neck, my hips, then grip me like I’m the only thing tying you to earth. Scrape your teeth… Continue reading Relapse
Shrinking hips pull and twist, magnetized. They always know when you’re close. My lips part involuntarily and a quiet gasp escapes through gritted teeth past a sex-starved tongue. Oh, and the want tastes ageless. It’s like that old bourbon I brought you, but even more intoxicating. The stubble and the heat and the crooked-cornered grin.… Continue reading Wild / Weightless
Maybe I don’t know what I want, but I can say with certainty that this isn’t it. A steady decline into a bottomless, numbing pit of resentment. No memory at all of feeling supported. Feelings of any kind are distant, really. I’ve been at the end of my rope for longer than you would ever… Continue reading Bottomless
So many days away and your lips can’t help their crooked twitch when our eyes lock in the early morning. Fuck, I could live and die just for that moment alone.
You just made it all so much worse. How can you tease me like you do, showing up looking like that? Just when I thought I’d reigned myself back in, too. Oof.
My motivation is a secret, but maybe not-so-secret to you. Perhaps you can tell that my body breathes a sigh of relief when you walk into view. I wanna be ready, I wanna look good. I want your quiet, sly attention. I want people to think, “wow, they’d be cute,” in case we ever met… Continue reading Motivation
What’s it mean that I immediately wished for more of you?