i have learned a hard lesson about myself. i’ve learned that i don’t always have to protect myself. sometimes i make something that would just sting a bit turn into something that tears my heart right out of my chest. and that’s not fair to anybody, including myself. i can’t talk (even on the talking log) because i’m so scared. breathless. entranced. i fear...
Three chord me.
All i want is to feel your breath against my neck. The way you press your entire body against mine when you hug me. The scratchiness of your stubble on the inside of my thighs as you look up at me, that smile, those eyes. Every stolen moment makes me want more. xoxo