Wednesday, April 13, 2011
A Lot of Words About Nothing...
It could have been easier, or more successful, or less injurious, or more beneficial to both of us, if only we had handled ourselves by using skills that are outside the scope of our emotional experience. In other words, if we were two entirely different people we probably wouldn't be having these issues.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Your hands
Monday, April 4, 2011
Distractionary Device
I'm supposed to be writing, but off the page I run my tongue along your collar bone and trickle its pointy end up the length of your neck. My hand, not on the keys, is tangled in your hair pulling your head back exposing your throat. I can't work with you here. My concentration is shit. Couldn't we just make out?
Sunday, April 3, 2011
1:22 Sunday
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Frustrated
Friday, April 1, 2011
Open
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