tender beneath your storm
Something gentle about the ache enduredmakes the memory of the kiss—a heart drawn on a window during the rainfrom the hot breath of my lips,a special, dauntingkind of bliss. Oh, my fingertips were lacedin a leather jacket that wasn’t even mine,and my stare fell hard down your cheston a sunny day. I knew I didn’t want to run away,but I did—abandoning reason, slinging tongues. … Read More tender beneath your storm