Conscious Communication Breakdown, or, “Why People Call Me an Ice Queen” – F4TFriday

I am not a good communicator when it comes to feelings and emotions. I have always been someone who plays her cards close to her chest. My mother once said of me, "she doesn't like to show her feelings, but she feels very deeply". I was about 20 years old at the time, and my … Continue reading Conscious Communication Breakdown, or, “Why People Call Me an Ice Queen” – F4TFriday

Anatomy of a Brief Reunion (as told through haiku)

kisses hot and slow, desperate tongues intertwine. I've missed this so much. 🐞 fingers in my hair, whispered words breathed in my ear: "been thinking of you." 🐞 start to unbutton. shed clothing and pretences. tonight is for us. 🐞 lay me on the bed. let your tongue trace my body. you're so good, my … Continue reading Anatomy of a Brief Reunion (as told through haiku)