December 2011
144 posts
Your eyes. Fuck.
Oops. I reblogged a lot.
Palms & hearts.
Clenched so tight,
You can feel the beads of sweat tracing the lines of your palms.
Lines to be traced, that match the contours of your heart, as if they were the path to the opening, that tracing them from palm to palm will lead you into a chasm of pleasure and pain.
Palm to sweaty palm you trade hearts.
And I miss you.
