Double Entendre

It’s a savage dance, not for the faint of heart. He: Bound by rope and duty, limbless in limbo. She: Delicate spider, spinning threads of slippery fantasy and supple jute The more the rope gnaws at him the more he comes undone, knowing she will bide her time and bind his mind, that she will…

Drunk on You

The heat is unrelenting tonight, painful and delicious in its own way. I want to put on that song, you know which one, play it on repeat and melt ice cubes against each other’s bodies while the drinks slow down our kisses and the sun gets really low and heavy in the sky. I want…