This is my left hand

I really liked Jumbo.

j’adore. is that obsidian?

I’m a big fan of men’s hands. They’re the first thing I look at when I see a man, anywhere, anytime, because there is nothing more sensual and sexy than beautifully shaped, strong hands. Then it’s the eyes. So, I look forward to seeing your eyes next entry. Did they come all the way from Japan too?

whatever they’re made of, they’re beautiful. As are your hands (I assume your right looks much like your left). Oh and spotto typo – their, instead of there. Unless you meant that and dropped off the word ‘country’ or some such other related word. Sicily is the most stunning country in the world, so picturesque and full of history, you should be proud to have that blood in you.

ryn: But you are a strange dream, so it all works out. very sexy hand!

It’s in my top 3 favourite places in the world and I would go back in a heart beat. We travelled most of it in May/June this year and I have nothing but fond memories of sun, the sea, the most succulent seafood i’ve ever tasted and the hospitality of the people.

Sorry, once I heard the word ‘Sicily’, no matter the context’ I usually go off on a rant about how much I adore the place because it was one of only a few that really impressed me in all my travels over here.

I’m surprised you let the ball drop. Or is that the bear? hah. We drove through Maletto. Catania is my favourite place in Sicily thoug. We spent the longest time there then headed to Siracuse, Mode, Ortigya, and a few other places. Actually, we did the whole fcking island, including smaller islands off the east coast (Pantelleria). You have to get there, sooner rather than later.

This is my right hand, waving at you. HA HA HA! I joke, I kid.

i also did my homework from the previous entry you wrote. i wrote out this long, bumbling romantic story but felt it was too rambling so i edited it thusly: music like the ocean, thumping through the walls, carpet, toes. numb throat, grape residue, dry wine. the gesture of my neck as i swallow pulls him in to me. he sips at the delicate gold chain around my throat and takes the heart charm into his teeth. with him i am vulnerable, soft, fleeting. i want him to kiss my neck now, but he doesn’t. i am warm and stoned. i trust him.