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smooch like hell

i want to kiss you no i want to kiss you coy’s a game with no winners i want to kiss you to love to thank to make up to show and tell to...

the girl in the red dress

The night is unmistakably electric. Too rare not to be appreciated. To be embraced. And explored. And enticed. And… She’s not even entirely inside the door, when she starts scanning the party. She spots...

our place

Sun is the best make-up. I think, as you watch the waves lap matter-of-factly against the multi-coloured, pebbled shore. I can’t not hug you from behind. It’s our height differences that bring us together....

route 66

There’s something about the way the horizon opens up as you drive towards it. Inviting. Welcoming. And wondering what the hell took you so long. I pull my baseball cap down over my eyes....

wine boxed-in

Streets crisscross with doppelgangers, increasing in numbers with every passing week. House after house is running neck and neck with the Joneses, all over the suburban sprawl. The temperature is cooling, but not quite...

untitled

it’s like this nature abhors a vaccuum and i don’t like it fucking quite that much you see she’s going to try to fill your shoes some day and i don’t like her but...

les cuillères

There’s a greenish 12:53 gently lighting the corner of the room. He sees it. Spooning her, right from the start, had been wildly contented arousal. His lips on her neck. Her skin the long-sought-after...

some more on blogging

After this I thought I had said everything I wanted to say on the topic. But I have more. Sometimes I feel like one of those Civil War recreationists when it comes to blogging. Clinging...