What he loves

He loves my faceThe shape of Cupid’s bow,The curve of hazel,Spotted scars sparse,Extol my artistry, he does. He loves my curves,My thick mass,The pulse beneath bustMy weight, my baseThe sway of shark bite dress. He loves my languageaberration of normal pillow talk,Nibbles on his skin, sure,Quick heavy breaths and sniffing,Silly, immature play. He loves myContinue reading “What he loves”

A Morning of Love

This morning was a time for the books- a high quality morning of a day off for both Ricky and myself. The sun gazed a cool, September overlook among the questionable neighborhood I live in. YellowBelly’s chirps and melodies reverberated volumes throughout the apartment. The GameCube ran Animal Crossing hours on end, killing any anxietyContinue reading “A Morning of Love”