“My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?” ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky
I often think of you.
Our time was short but oh so deliciously sweet and filthy.
This room, the massage, the bruises, in the dark hours of the night looking out the window at the graveyard over the road. The way you looked at me when you arrived, the kiss you gave me when we left.
