Now do you understand why I'm interested in you? You're a locked door, sweetheart. You give no one a key and you never answer the door when anyone knocks.. Ah, but sometimes, sometimes I get a peek through the keyhole and what I find there.. It's like glimpsing you as you're stripping. Underneath all of that darkness is something hungry, something desperate, something, oh, so deliciously vulnerable.
Tricia Owens
empathy desire gay lust
You must log in to post a comment.
There are no comments yet.