I write; therefore, I'll be.
With you it just isn't about submitting, it's about being comfortable with you just as I am. It's about being flawed and you still finding the beauty in my flaws. It's about being unmasked and you seeing me for me. It's not about me submitting to you, but willingly giving you all of me, because… Continue reading Submission
Maybe he knows, maybe he doesn't but, he touches me. He touches me, without actually touching me. The way he looks at me, touches me. His words have a way of, touching me. The way he says my name, touches me. The way that he listens to me, touches me. He just has a way… Continue reading He Touches Me
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