this man. with a face like jesus, and the devil’s eyes, and his ridiculously straight nose, and the ever sarcastic twitching of his lips, and his sharp tongue, and his delicate fingers, and the wonderful things he creates with them —
i have been good lately, thank you — the usual struggle, the usual weary mind, but in a couple of days i am on my way to south france and able to rid myself from the everyday stress for a while. why so anonymous?
there are so many different sorts of kisses — shy, fleeting, gentle, tender, loving, passionate, ardent, agressive, wet, dry, long, short (…) it would feel presumptious to say one is better than the other. doesn’t it really just depend on the context and partner?