(a writing prompt and too much of a tease) Such a small point of contact. One place, one touch, tracing a small part of me. That is where it starts, your fingertip instead of those calloused hands, lightly tracing up my arm, headed up, then in my mouth before heading downward. I know where it… Continue reading Fingertip
a letter
I was reading something today about being a possession. It made me think of you immediately. It wasn't just about consuming and taking from someone, although I really like that part. It was about taking care of them, too. I will be honest with you right now. I won't run from my feelings about this.… Continue reading a letter
And I Ran
I ran so far away I was running around some this weekend listening to a playlist, and I have this particular Flock of Seagulls cover on the most recent one. It is by Hidden Citizens I was thinking about the lyrics. So many of them fit a certain situation. I never thought I'd meet someone… Continue reading And I Ran
Destruction
Destruction is necessary for creation. This is the basic message I got today from a random card pull. This is somehow what today is supposed to be about. If it is, the destruction started by someone else or at least at some other time. I am not doing anything today. I am just sitting here… Continue reading Destruction
Let me Smell you
There is something comforting about being able to smell someone you love. I had two dreams this week that touched on my primal urge to smell someone. They were so vivid, I could actually smell them. And it was nothing like any of my other past partners. The first dream was so sweet and satisfying.… Continue reading Let me Smell you
Lisa Gray 