Posted on May 5, 2018May 5, 2018as i lay beneath… my wounds don’t feel like wounds in your hands. they feel like beginnings, like a chance to make things right again. — Pavana Reddy —
Posted on March 2, 2018March 2, 2018say my name like only you do… The space you cross to meet me is a world I want to fill with wet-smacking sweet. Let me straddle you with my heart’s heat. Say my name and feel my lips Become.
Posted on January 14, 2017January 15, 2017sweet tea… She makes me want to ransack my own temple. —Trista Mateer —