the kissing

[muse]

Mr. Foster keeps sneaking over to my place, sometimes with gifts like a miniature Etch-a-Sketch that he’s written my alter ego name Disasterpants Jones on, other times with Japanese soda with little rolling marbles in the bottle. We sprawl on the floor, looking at each other over folded hands, and almost touch, but do not. We look into each other

Comments

[ravengirl]

oh disasterpants woman, i yearn for this seduction, deduction, rambunction, too. and i know you deserve this wonderfulness and i wish it for you ever. :) love love passion fashion and lusty wonderment. rock on, babe.

*mwa*

[spudgirl]

How lovely! I'm envious! He sounds intensely hot!

[summercamp]

It must take a lot of will power to refrain from kissing you :)

[essence]

"There is a reason why poets fall violently in love. It’s because we cannot help ourselves and we know no other way to be but fully in the moment, rising and falling on the tides of our making."

I LOVE that part so so so so much. :)

[pattersonphoto]

Hot baby Hot!

[catndhat]

whew! *I must now dash off and get a tall drink of water*