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...

Why do you follow me? Do you know what you do? You want love unrequited. You want sorrow, deeper than the ocean's floor. But there is more here. More than love, More than deep sorrow. There is fire. I will fan the flames, try to consume you. My goal...

My Valentine is miles from hereand February’s atmospherehas cloaked the stars.  A snowy shroudengulfs my heart inside a cloud. But through the tundra’s ice and snowI feel his warming afterglow,a breath across the vast divideexpelled just as he comes inside my wanton...