She kissed him, not because he asked, but because his lips looked like they’d fit against hers and she wondered what they’d feel like…and what he’d taste of.
Amongst the stillness
Of storms in the palm of your hand
Raw power that will rip you apart
But you still can’t let go
Inspired by something my muse said to me.
Summer’s now empty plant pot becomes Autumn’s collection bowl, catching fallen jewelled leaves.
I write my words to you on paper
So you can see the depth of each heavily indented letter
So you can see how I love each word I pick
And if I love the words that much
Just imagine how passionately and deeply I love you.