My Ramblings

Haunted by the memory. The heat of your breath mingled with desire, never felt. The whispered words of want lingering in my thoughts, unheard. The ravenous touch that lights every nerve beneath the surface, unkindled. The union swallowing every corner of my soul, unknown. These torments lie dorma...

...once again, painting fantasies on the wall. Almost all of my favorites have moved on. I can't say I blame them. I can't say I'm all that sad. It's sort of fitting: being here alone once again like when I first came on the scene a dozen years ago. It's comforting in a way ::smiles::…