Joining Stories

Pieces of We I hold your heart in my hands, and it is my own. A broken thing, fragmented and beautiful. A fiercely delicate, dangerously sharp work of art. It is an exquisite glass sculpture. A rich jewel of life and goodness and truth. It has been droppe...

LauraLee_sugah

9 May 2012

That Wildness

i want it all.... in every way possible.... i want you.

Sweet moments of hands held and mouths touching.... the feel of you melting into me and me sliding into your arms. Where does one begin and the other end? I do not want to see the edge. Give me that one-ness... that blending.... tender words that mean mor...