s e c r e t p l a c e s

Was I sought or did I seek the clandestine of silence amongst the forrest and snow for my eyes to transfix themselves, while the fragrance of the lingering evergreen swept me away.


If only you were a scratch and sniff, could I recant such a memory lingering long near your presence, while you make an impression on the senses filling my nostrils with your breath tasting your sweet intoxication on my tongue. And as I marvel at your beauty, scouring every inch of you, until I can…


You fill my senses buttery hot corn popping salted savory like air in the hand and weightless on the tongue.