The last 15 second kiss stains my lips like a pleasant Riesling. Unforgettable and humbling, heady and tantalising, to remember you all I need is to close my eyes and lick my lips….
This place is for losing. For the coward in me who is too frightened to do the choosing. The place my whole being begs to be heard by you. To laugh with you… You’re the only one who gets me. Without that feeling I draw a needle back and it reveals me, empty. It literallyContinue reading “Notes on a Suburban Scandal”