Every now and then, a fire lights up and you succumb to it. You kiss and giggle and moan, and so much more, every now and then.
It's late, and I'm still thinking about you. "I am addicted. She is my bottle of vodka. She is my cookie crumbs. She is the…
I've kissed you a thousand times, Each time a little differently.
Excerpts from a book I'll never write.
I have some questions. Here is one: How are you the protagonist, in my biography?