Okay….

I think that the universe may be out to get me.

Alright, so maybe it isn’t really so much out to get me as it is worried that I haven’t been listening to all the “signs” it keeps sending me.

But seriously?  Haven’t I already admitted that I believe in fate? So does the universe really need to shove its opinion down my throat by sending me message after message against doing something crazy, spontaneous, and potentially fun?

Stupid universe…..

Topographical Memories…

His touch lingers

like fingerprints on her skin,

a languorous roadmap

to intimate destinations

created by the gentle stroke of his hand.

 

The ridges of his tongue

forming rivers to mysterious places

discovered through urgent exploration,

as her need pulls him deeper

into uncharted territory.