Blues Song for the Love Sprung

Dismal are Sunday rains. Mind drifts to cryptic messages you scribd in collarbone hollows, vibrating in sync with the wicked force of your body, exploring the depths of my quaint heat dripping warm cream. Dare to picture the results such extraordinary fantasy motivates. Soul unions are unpredictable; your enchantment? Unparalleled. Body aches remind me of … Continue reading Blues Song for the Love Sprung

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There is no feeling more heavy…

... than the weight of carrying your old self around in search of the new within you. There is no task more daunting and yet more necessary and more powerful than acceptance in the face of that discovery. NO act is more important on a path to authenticity than letting go of the old you … Continue reading There is no feeling more heavy…