Story of my life….
WHY do i change the whole way im sitting and smiling and shit when i text you ?
as if you can see me and shit.
when its other people im just like yeah yeah .
but then u text me and its like
Sooo true
Remarkable. A woman’s heart and love, just beneath the hood a swollen marble nudging…not to be ignored, her notion of decorum is challenged when this marble catches fire.
Then comes a lover…she’s able to give completely, surrender to longings kept without voice, now this lover might find himself not simply her partner in the feast…consumed as her hungers need sating. How wonderful to be consumed by a woman.
J.W.









