There is a thread between us,woven before the first kiss,before the first night we let the silencesay more than our lips ever could. I pull it, you pull it,but it never breaks.Even when the …

Come closer.I have been sick with the weight of waiting,with the cold that settled in my ribswhen your hands were not there to warm them. Lay your mouth against mine—not gently, not softly,but like …

I love our late nights. I'll love our early mornings even more. Hearing your voice is the sweetest thing a man could hear. Tasting your body will be the sweetest thing a man could …

This distance can try and get in our way all it wants to but every morning when I wake up I smile because of the previous days conversations. The previous nights naughty bits. 😏 …

Where the Wolves Howl The wind has taken your name,buried it deep in the frost-laced pines,where the wolves move like shadows,where the night is thick with hunger. I do not speak it.Not here, where …

Love, you are the moon I follow through endless night,a lantern beyond mountains I have yet to climb.What are these miles but whispers in the wind?What are these years but the slow turning of …

I found you in the hush of a borrowed room,where the moon hummed secrets to the blinds,your voice was a river of velvet ruin,and I drowned like a man who never minds. I told …