I think that perhaps the reason for my rather extended absence with the occasional sporadic post is proof that my life is going swimmingly for once. I’m no longer confined to the fantasies presented upon my dashboard to produce that once familiar sense of lust for something more. Reality is thoroughly satisfying me oddly enough.
I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.
It was so gorgeous it almost felt like sadness.