#SinfulSunday – late night
Anyone who thinks Twitter is not real life has entirely the wrong idea of it in my opinion as the responses to this picture brought…
Month: August 2017
Flying
The sting of the wings imprinted on my shoulders by your belt glow with our mutual with-held desire, our long, long wait. Each stroke creates…
This place
This place is where I am safe. Sprung fast from a form too scared to hold me, I careen to the rafters, fear billowing behind.…
#SinfulSunday – lipstick
The act of putting on lipstick, creating a gash of red or enhancing a pout like a bruised peach, is mesmerising. I love to watch…
Will you still love me tomorrow?
I had had a lovely weekend. Hanging out with friends in the beautiful English countryside. Eating good food, sharing jokes and wisdom both bad and…
#SinfulSunday – knickers
I came across these in my drawer today due to a laundry crisis. I had no clean knickers that matched my black bra and one…
#SinfulSunday – stairs
Halfway up the stairs is a stair where I sit There isn't any other stair quite like it It's not at the bottom It's not…