Untitled, written March 8,2005

  Promise we'll never stop kissing Promise me we"ll never stop making love I want your words to caress my mind As your hands would my thighs Breathe deep into me I into you Let me listen to your heart Because your lips will tell me lies Look into my heart as I look into …

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The Art of Conversation

If you ask me, I'll tell you to text me and never call. Even before the digital age, something about holding the phone up to my ear and letting my cracked soprano voice pierce the receiver made me uneasy. I hate talking because I don't like the sound of my own voice. Couple that with …