..and eventually those words will form a complete full on thought. And maybe just maybe one day a novel or something and the words can stop haunting me.
The air was thick and sticky. You could feel its oppressive heat against your skin. It almost had a weight to it, like it was another being longing [...]
Posts tagged ‘Scribbles’
I write words…
March 11th, 2009
The unfinished work…
January 16th, 2009
For there is something about his touch against my skin that does something to me. It is hard to describe the feel of it. His hands are rough with calluses, yet so smooth when he glides them down my back. It is the notion that I am fragile, to him, that makes the act itself [...]