I finally responded to the many texts I had been receiving from my recently found massage therapist named Dani. It had been almost two months since I had been to see her and gotten a royal “nonsexual” massage. As I remembered that first meeting and sessio...
Mending a broken heart is like climbing a mountain, two steps up, three down. “Where were they when they first met? Was it rainy or sunny, cold or warm?” She didn’t need to ask. Madison remembered everything about that day like a song that sticks in your...
Blindfolded and left in darknessI sit and silently hold my breathWaiting for something to comeOn the edge of life and death I feel you moving near meComing closer, but you don’t touchMy nerves are on fireEvery sense is just too much He reaches for me with...
