. Some flee the night… I embrace it, It is my kingdom. Only in its Foggy folds can I Hide My favorite secrets… Well tucked Between a Longing sigh and A cheek-blushing Whisper… And I revel In all the sweet Little nothings That keep reminding Of you. . . . If you want to…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
February rain was pouring down, but he didn’t mind… Are you tongue ticklish? Where did she find those ideas? Tongue ticklish, did she mean anything naughty? Pulling the wooden coffee stick out of her cup, she handed it his way, inviting him to scratch on his taste buds… Surprisingly, the scrubbing gave him a…… Continue reading Sweet little nothings…
Cyranny's Cove 