skies

This is the kind of heat that doesn't ask for permission. The kind of heat that sticks to your skin, the slow drip of desire under a burning star. Red hearts cling to black lace while a sunburn kisses my shoulders. This is not just a summer romance.. this is a wet, unapolagetic experience that says more than words ever …

There is no pain you are receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child I had a fever.. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that feeling once again, I can't explain you would not …

Skies in detention for misbehaving in class