Intimacy. Licking your brain, while massaging mine. Exploring you inside and out. Becoming one then two then one again. Feeling you....

we met in the only childhood room I ever had to myself. Teddy-bears and other stuffed animals danced above my head, and Luther...

Sometimes I have absolutely NOTHING to say. I hear crickets in my brain, and see tumbleweed floating around. Sometimes I have TOO MUCH to...