short poem about old love
a poem about someone I once loved and still sleep with sometimes years later.
there is an expression in my native language that says "to be able to read someone like an open book". this is what he doe...
Once every year, in the dreaded summer heat of August, we fell from the heavens. We are the Perseids. We are destined to descend upon the earth, burn on our way down and flicker back to the night sky....
Alice has known Tom for a long time, but things are different this summer...
(I was trying out writing a steamy romance story, but i'm just not sure it's me - everything feels a little cliched. Feedb...
Once we were safely out of site, I let out a big sigh which stopped Megan in her tracks. I put my hand on my heart, leaned up against a wall and slid down. Megan squealed and sat down in front of me.
a poem about someone I once loved and still sleep with sometimes years later.
there is an expression in my native language that says "to be able to read someone like an open book". this is what he doe...
Once every year, in the dreaded summer heat of August, we fell from the heavens. We are the Perseids. We are destined to descend upon the earth, burn on our way down and flicker back to the night sky....
Alice has known Tom for a long time, but things are different this summer...
(I was trying out writing a steamy romance story, but i'm just not sure it's me - everything feels a little cliched. Feedb...
Once we were safely out of site, I let out a big sigh which stopped Megan in her tracks. I put my hand on my heart, leaned up against a wall and slid down. Megan squealed and sat down in front of me.