Pastor at the Pews
It might be filled with innuendo.…
It might be filled with innuendo.…
Introspection at it's rawest.…
How do you suppress your anxieties?…
Fill your void.…
Learning to love after abuse or a toxic partnership.…
It can be difficult to invite another's energy.…
Feelings are fickle, feelings fade.…
I will stop at nothing on my pursuits of pleasure.…
Poem about change, or about needing a tolerance break. You pick.…
When the weight of guilt ties you tighter than the shibari.…