Isolated again, With me, myself and I, While you spend your time on the other side of town. The fleeting moment was lost when you chose to put me last. And here we are again. A world apart once more... Image: Nadav Kander.
Do you feel my fevered imagination reaching out to you, hot tendrils stretching sinuously across the Atlantic? Do you feel my hungry kisses on your chest, on your neck, on your mouth? Can you hear me whispering your name, with furtive fingers stuffed under my waistband, a second-rate approximation of your sublime touch? Have you … Continue reading While You’re Away