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Why can't my brains get along!?

stitched, set and drawn;I shook out the linens last nightto make sure you were gone;you put down a little fightbut broke with the dawn;I’m getti..

off the cuff

I am underneath yourskin.That’s what you told me, that you “tried so hard not to give in.” But darling, you had no choice in the mat..

Looking for ardor.

We are all sexed animals, but it's beautiful.

I think the piece speaks for itself.

Yet again, I am more fallible than I had intended to be.

As my body deviates more and more from the image of beauty I developed in my youth, I find that I am more and more beautiful.

I was met with a stranger in the kitchen of my Parisian hostel last October.