Collide.

Fog horns still eerily sound off as two ships pass in the rain, threads still glisten as each is woven into the web, and sparks still fly as two comets narrowly miss one another. All stunning in their own right. But not nearly as breathtaking as when they collide. I vaguely remember this gentleman sitting…

Surrogate Lover.

I canceled my plans and I kissed him instead. Hard. Soft. Biting. Melting. Buckling knees. I gave in and I gave out, To the unbridled fury, Thoroughly enjoying the heat we shared. As two became one In a hot messy tongue-twisted affair. Sweaty palms. Unforgiving lips. Gyrating hips. Tangled hair. Untempered bodies. Two forces pressed…