A red poppy nightmare bleeds against darkened eyes. Subtle doubt creeps into broken thunder strikes, fading imperceptibly into dank silence. The perfect kiss is suddenly filled with cinnamon betrayal and wild gravity pulls forgotten tears from your eyes.
Isn’t my skin exquisite? Taste it. Run your tongue from my neck to my icy collarbone. Visit my sternum and breathe in the scents of sex and jasmine that lie there. Venture a little lower, nipping your way to my navel. Glance up at me so I know you’re worshipping this body with me. Kiss the sharp […]
She thought the winter would keep her warm, that the biting and bitching wind would be but hushed kisses on her neck, and the idiosyncratic flakes of frost would be her shroud. Her eyes spattered the bleak panorama with green and gold reflections of autumn nights on tempestuous swells and breakers, becoming the stars hovering […]
You don’t sing anymore, your eyes said to me, spattering me with the golds and greens that you would never make out, just like the reflections of streetlights on raindrops. Your mouth whispered to me, You are so beautiful, and my heart bled crookedly with the luminous faces of the stars overhead. Your chest murmured […]