The misadventures of the heart and sometimes, the stomach.


You are my Achilles’ Heel. You are my Kryptonite. You are my most vulnerable. You are my weak spot. You are my only cure. You are my poison.   And I hate that you are.

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We build a foundation on lust. On the desires of the flesh. We think that if we moan and groan in the right way or whisper the right words and wear the right lingerie; that it would work. Perhaps if we are familiar with tantric positions like the back of our hand or be able

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