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Kiss me until my lips swell in protest one that we are committed to ignoring show me the subtle magic of transfiguration while your tongue teases mine  and we flirt with danger “you taste of honey-wine and sunshine my love. welcome home”  

Your turn to wash the dishes

While I love cooking, I hate washing dishes. Yes, hate. The “deal” in my household is whoever cooks, is absolved from washing dishes. This still doesn’t work because I hate washing dishes, even on the days when I didn’t cook. I can’t identify what it is about the task itself that I hate; but I…

Work In Progress – Going Home

Tonight, I’m looking forward to going home; the place where my heart breathes. I will walk in and take deep breaths in every room so I can feel the nostalgia in the my bones. I will touch doors and chairs and enter rooms for the sake of touching and seeing what should be there. Every…