Sin on Porcelain

I'm craving sin on porcelain skin, but only your touch will do. Run your fingers over slow, find places only you'll know, explore something new. Trace patterns down my spine, lace your body with mine, let the fantasies come true. Cause I'm craving sin on porcelain skin, and only you will do.

The Constant Struggle

The man I'm dating made a comment about how we could get in shape together and all I thought is, "He thinks I'm fat." I hate how my brain easily thinks like that. I know he cherishes me as I am, in this body I am currently in; He goes above and beyond to remind … Continue reading The Constant Struggle

Forest Fire

I found peace in the arms of a man who carefully wrapped himself around me, kissed the top of my head and whispered, "I'm so lucky to have you, baby." Should I ever lose his presence, that moment sparked something in me. I'm not longer a small ember, but a whole damn forest fire.