I was leaned over, my right hand on her hip, I could feel the softness, and suppleness of her skin, our torsos were touching, my head resting against her neck, and I felt the comfort of being with her, having her in my arms. I could feel the way my heart was when I am… Read More The ideal mate you are seeking, already exists inside you
Does it taste like a cheeseburger? Meat, cheese, bun and grease, a milkshake, fries at a truck stop in Kansas en route across the heartland? Is it crunchy like a handful of nuts? Is it light and graceful like a ballerina dancer, swift yet impactless? Or like cold, carbonated liquid? Is it the sensory shock… Read More What does freedom taste like?