Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?

Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

You're more than a story.

How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.

You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go.

I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.