i had forgotten this feeling… this feeling of contentment that seems to wash over us only when the silence can be filled by the sounds of an old comb unknotting its way through our hair… i wonder, why i had forgotten? when had i forgotten, how soothing this could feel, how reminiscent of home thisContinue reading an ode to mother. mère.
beautifully exquisite. i wish i could know every sensation coursing through her as she comes. it’s when her head appears to yearn to meet the mid of her back that i find myself wanting to devour her. i wish that i could wrap her scent around me like that security blanket that only it couldContinue reading i wonder. je me demande.