Flaw Salad

“What are you getting here?” “I don’t know. What are you getting?” [long pause] “I don’t know how to answer that question.” “Well, if it’s working at all, it’s because we can’t answer it. If we knew what we wanted, I’m sure we wouldn’t be satisfying each other.” — read more

You are plagued by the creeping suspicion that nothing new or remarkable is left. Everything that happens has happened before. You are running in tired laps, exhausted, panting, and you cannot stop. — read more

Brawn. Stout, tawny fingers on a long, white thigh. Such gentle lips. A summer breeze through the open window, and faint melodies floating through sweet, cool air. Navy night draws them in. Heat and shirt and skirt between them. A stirring in her chest. A hunger in his kiss. Skin on skin. She melts into… — read more

My god, you were beautiful. That soft, black hair covered your lean, white belly, and my fingers loved to dance in it. I can almost feel it, my palm against your skin. And you were strong. Those arms wrapped around me like a missing piece of childhood, warm and encompassing, safe and sure. Your touch was… — read more