Saturday, September 10, 2022

Suddenly awake briefly from a dream I feel him nestled in my hair breathing warmth along the nape of my neck. Feeling flushed I stretch and arch quietly in sighs pushing into him.  I want him. I need him right now. He stirs and with skin on skin, I feel him rise, moving with me, his hands urgently gripping my soul open.

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All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.