“We just got out, in the knick of time. We found ourselves drowning in the blood, in a sea of wine. Down from the mountain, she waits. Dancing around the fire, shaking her waist.
Sometimes you just need what you need. I’m still learning that it’s okay to have needs, to admit that the hunger is real, especially when it comes to sex and sexual/sensual self-care.
I’ve been out on that open road You can be my full time daddy white and gold Singing blues has been getting old You can be my full time baby Hot or cold
I’m easy … over easy like Sunday morning.
No pants are the best pants. This is what happens when your office is also your bedroom and you write about sex all day … the distraction is real, folks.