2016/08/18

Still Remains

Our bed we live, our bed we sleep, making love and I become you. Flesh is warm with naked feet, stabbing thorns and you become me. Oh, I'd beg for you. You know I'll beg for you.

2016/08/18

Early Bird

It's sunday morning, you wake up early to get freshly baked croissants for breakfast. You think your girl is asleep but when you get home…!

2016/08/17

Written with a Quill

Hand written love notes etched into wood, selling you all the sweet nothings you wish to feel. Dripping in venomous ink i'll leave you motionless, still wishing you could…..