Posts in English stuff

The last thing he takes off are his glasses I’m glad he is now slightly closer […]

Little pockets of nothing float around me here and there Tiny voids where I know words […]

He is afraid I’ll write a poem about him being late but also thinks I should […]

The way your hands keep finding me no matter where I stray you keep me coming […]

As he slides his hand up my spine I realize he is reading me like a […]

I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t like you with four hands and have […]

How you every now and then gripped me more firmly again while still entangled as if […]

Today is the longest day The sun mercilessly beating down on the wings of the few […]

If I were an infinite army of typewriting monkeys the odds of masterpieces still wouldn’t be […]