Bodyfluids have been exchanged. Words of love have been spoken. Time has been lived. Promises have been made. Dreams have been had. Years have gone by. & hearts have been open.
This week the post is my spoonful of sugar, to make the bitter medicine go down. Random as fuck. & full of little to die for moments & bodyparts.
Call it substitution. Call it kink. Call it escapades. Call it running as fast as you can. I call it love. In all it's glory & gore.