janeloe

... until I can't speak, and neither one of us knows what to say. And as night turns back into day, I'll wish I could stay in your arms for longer. but what fun is getting e v e r y t h i n g that you

I lick my lips, and think of you. Sweat drips down my frame, but I remain e n a m o r e d by your touch, u n k n o w n. How I long to f e e l your hands wrapped around my every curve, My inside and out.

Today there was a scene in my life that was right out of a sitcom. I work in an office with a pretty tight-knit crew. So, naturally, Monday mornings usually include a weekend re-cap. I told my close girlfriend

As much as I'd like to keep it "glass half full" around here I am going to be real with you in this one and admit: Things have been pretty toxic around here lately... In my head, that is. Just

Like any good second submission - this story only makes sense because of chronology. So, as with any other sequence of events, its really only a matter of time that makes this relevant... This past weekend

Like any good story - this one starts at a standstill. Thats how I would describe my life right now - standing still. I'd like to believe that at any moment the momentum will change, like somehow my life