"May your lips refuse the kiss unless your heart is home."

For you, a writer's conundrum:

Why is it that I can write novels about my kinkiest desires, yet fail to find words to describe the tightness that appears in my chest whenever I stand close enough to smell your skin?

At my deepest, in a way that is so fundamental as to be inexplicable, I'm still yours.

-I



Happy Valentine's Day.


If I were a memory, I would be...an almost-kiss.