Her face glowing the ruby of the cabernet and with shame—the shame of asking, worrying about her seam, but too afraid to touch it. What if it has dried up? With a few more lessons on seduction, could it be a desert gulch in a flash flood?… more
Her face glowing the ruby of the cabernet and with shame—the shame of asking, worrying about her seam, but too afraid to touch it. What if it has dried up? With a few more lessons on seduction, could it be a desert gulch in a flash flood?… more
There is so little time to teach you about the wild. I still have to show you how to grin, for the world. How to make it obey, how to remove it from its axis and bounce it the July street. Slap it, balance it, make it only spin for you.… more