With eyes raised up in attention nothing ever gets by her and instead of blurting out an answer she asks
I’ll come there I promised I’d prop you back up. We probably won’t be able to talk for a while
I’m finding it hard in fact to understand why my conversation was ever interupted. She had other plans for sure
Tonight I had to ask, just as I rushed to the edge of the bathroom door I wanted to watch
Apparently tonight I have a mouthful of words I’m dying to get out. A fever has been burning acres today.
A love of the sandy coast we can’t help ourselves, but to dig in and tear into our clothes. No
The soft and precious hour something delicate about her body vulnerable to the terrible cold. We’ve been waiting since August