His tongue travelled to the nape of my neck, his breath, heavy on my skin. That moment i forgot how to breathe, not making any peace with my longings. My skin awakened by his wild touch as he explored every inch of my unclad body. I bit my lips as my senses gave in. My … Continue reading Starving
Until what point is it okay to say that i miss him? Two months? Six months? A year? Well, it’s been two. And i still couldn’t figure out a way to miss him any lesser. Days have blended into weeks and week into months and i kept watching his life in photographs, all his beautifully … Continue reading Journal
Turning back the clock, bleary of light, Chaos, by the fire, the heart craves home tonight.