Heaven Sent

Lie we back, smell our creation, Skin on skin and fluid spent. Two angels felled, find explanation, Pulling closer into heavens scent. —– Melanie teeters, almost falling, longing for the rush… the headlong (sharp inward breath) downward plummeting, (pant-pant-pant) almost there, keep going… (I’ll kill you if you move just… Read more“Heaven Sent”