I feel like you’d soothe my soul. You’d console me and make me feel better and you’d touch me without even touching me. You’d lay with me and stroke me and touch my hair, and you’d play with my curls. You’d look into my eyes and you’d stay there, quiet, feeling my need for peace. … More Comfort.
Yes. Your boy. I say “boy” because he’s 12 years my junior. I know right? Damn. But he’s perfect for you ’cause…..well…. …..’cause you’re still a girl. But I don’t want your boy. I never wanted him. Except for the nights he helped me wet my sheets. Those late night trysts, when I’d leave the … More Your Boy Is Mine.