i could love you if i wanted could smother you with the fast burn of wildfire passion that sweeps right through and steals your soul. ...

My warrior paint comes in expensive little bottles that promise youth white cream streaked across sun-spotted cheeks that crinkle wi...

He thinks we're at a crossroads  that relationships  are like bus depots  where weary people wander  bleary-eyed from their  ...

I've neglected my garden let the weeds grow heart-high stealing sun for their greedy stalks as my peony and peas' roots wrestle...