A mind possessed by unmade books.

I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.

A mind possessed by unmade books, unwritten lines on empty hooks.

Unbutton, unzip, unclip, untie, undo, undress.”“Understood,” she replied.

Magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe– the stars sighed in unison.

I never understood desire until i felt your hands around my throat.

Good night - may you fall asleep in the arms of a dream, so beautiful, you'll cry when you awake.

Lost is a lovely place to find yourself.

Falling so madly in love with you is a tragedy. Nothing in my world will ever seem so beautiful again.

I spend most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you.