Choking on words fighting to get out,
Breathing in the weight of anger in constricted lungs,
Trembling lips parted and teeth clenched wanting to shout,
Arms tired from carrying what seems like tons.
They don’t listen when I speak,
So, I lost my voice.
They...
I don't want it sweet.like those songs that we hear.I don't want it sloppy.That is not why I am here.I want to fuck you.Hard and fast.I want you so deep.till I can't last.I'm already wet.No time to delay.Take it...
I am sitting here trying to figure out how I would romance you, with my words. I have read all levels of romance, yet the concept eludes me. Is it a gift to draw you in? I think it...
Fantastic prose. So much imagery and intense focus on a single event, a small moment in time. You write with a microscopic essence of detail.
So, have you written any stories?