The drizzle of rain
And shadow of fog
Camouflage the tears falling.
Everyone wants to rush in.
I love the intimacy of making out. The eye contact, the wandering hands, the absence of space with someone you want to keep kissing, the way the other person’s scent permeates the air and lingers, and the taste of desire on swollen lips, all the smiling and all of the glorious sounds. Mmm yummy!!
Leaving for work, the skies dark and full of promising rain, I took a somber moment to avoid stepping on a dead baby bird in the middle of t...