thebadthing

Bright, boy eyes, eat me with a glance. Extending arms so rough, feeling through every curve. I crave you. Trace me with your tounge of tang. Heat me hot with ...

I climbed 323 steps on August 2nd, 1978. It was an especially sweltering day in Manhattan. The kind of day where sitting in front of an electric fan, only makes ...

Smile faced Maria. Oh, how you make me crimson so. What’s my name? Ask me again, and let your voice rise on sunny strings. Maria, you gaze at me with ...

Hands rising, legs leaping – let me slip into those jazz shoes again. One hop and one skip is all it takes to leap across the universe. If only I ...