Words.

Wet hot night,
Where are you?
I chill with air upon standing nipples,
Wanting becomes my heartbeat.

If I wait and listen my quickened breathe slows,
Your tongue returns for love.

Kisses.

She bends and moves slowly allowing his gaze
Turning eroticism into art.

Visuals.

One strap falling off my shoulder
More must easily follow.

Availability Wednesday 3/27- Thursday 4/4
Chicago & O'Hare

Xoxo's