The Burns Of Campfire

Camping in the woods last night I saw the beauty of fire. The rising flames were a contrast to the cool evening breeze. I made s’mores over the campfire as I downed rum and cola. My head was light and the world looked like a nice place. Morning brought with it a different realization. I…

Too Much

My lipstick can never be too bold nor my skirt too shortMy walk can never be too slutty nor my smiles too flirtyThe hour can never be too late nor my signals too forward Your eyes can always be too prying and your hands too closeYour thoughts can always be too dirty and your actions…