I have never written a proper breakup.
I was sitting outside, smoking, thinking up a story about a praying atheist and a line of dialogue in my mind said “Do you really think “God” gives a fuck…
The slender tube of the cigarette amplifies a slight tremble. The red glowing tip dances through the air. Blue gray smoke coils up in…
lips parted
sudden sharp intake of breath
There are moments where size matters
Countless little droplets
cool trails down hot skin
Would you tell me a story?
Doesn’t matter what.
Your arms slipping around my waist, pulling me against you.Feeling you pushing against my back, grinding up against me. Your hands gliding…
I recently did a personality test. The picture above is the result.
I am Aura; divine personification of the breeze and the fresh, cool air of early morning.