She possesses a memory like an elephant. The heart of a lioness. Her mind, her playground. Her body moving with the precision of a panther. Her loving spirit felt in her touch, seen in her eyes–glowing, dancing when at peace with those around her. Each atom of her being bent, distorted, frayed as she watchedContinue reading “Death of a Queen”
I do not want to have sex for the sake of having sex. I want to have sex to fill my emotional, my mental, my physical need. The other sex will not scratch the itch that begins with the kiss. The kiss that causes my heart to thump once hard, stop, and begin again, new.
Singer Musician Writer Man