I bathe myself in memories of you, slightly less scalding than the original experience.
His kiss unties my inhibitions, Unravels my mind, Unfastens my armor, Unbuttons my resolve, Unzips my desire from its confines & envelops his own. His kiss leaves me bare naked & his cloak for the wearing His kiss breathes desire into my soul, Slakes the thirst in my heart, Feeds the hunger in my mind,... Continue Reading →
The birth of a child is a metaphor for joy. The first look into their face is a silent epic simile of Olympic proportions. Awash with emotions that incite imaginative allegories. This diminutive rare being is an allusion to your heart and the personification of eudaimonia. They are the metaphysical conceit that illustrates your existence... Continue Reading →