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!!
The seed was there first. Before the roots knew how deep they would reach. Before the stem knew how to follow the sunlight. Before the flo...