March 2013
February 2013
hands.
wring-out-the-rain:
My hand was at rest, limp upon the edge of the pillow. My sub-concious was content, lingering upon the threshold of dreams, wandering, drifting - when all at once you swiftly reached across the bed, taking my hand into yours in an affectionate embrace.
I was pulled instantaneously from the security of distance, into the thrilling depths of uncertain, intimate desire. My...
jaaaaaaaaaackfrost:
have you ever caught someone staring at you and wondered what they’re thinking about like if it’s something positive or negative if it’s a passing thought or a long internal string of things if they’re even thinking about you at all or you just happen to be in the line of sight while their mind drifts off about something completely unrelated
January 2013
