Once I had a taste of intimacy, the feeling of curious hands spider walking my skin with soft fingers I swallowed it whole. I shoved it down my throat. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until I felt a molecule taste on my tongue. I was hooked. Into a man that didn’t deserve me…
Tag: intimacy
Love is…
Love is when he intertwines his fingers with yours and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. When he rubs your back after a long day at work and you can’t function. When you cook French toast in your underwear at 2am after the bar closed because we can’t sleep. When he puts a Johnny cash…
