A Little Preview
I wanted to feel fire. Even our first kisses with tongue at sixteen stirred me more than this. Had it only been the newness? The first hands to touch me that were not my own? I wanted to completely lose myself in someone, for him to get lost in me. To replace the analytical with the purely physical. To be fully animal. Or insect. Except that ants lack lungs and hearts which seem, to me, body parts needed for love.
Coming soon in Gargoyle ⟶