lying in bed after the long night’s run
your warm hands on my chest fingers roaming
while predawn light shone blue through the curtain
i heard your breathing change and closed my eyes
Scattershot poetry, prose, art, and assorted creative ammunition. A celebration of desire, language, and the revel of life through craft and frequent writing practice.
I checked my blog's numbers after my last post. My readership seemed to be exploding, but considering the volume was all from Singapore,...
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