Here is a new piece for i have arisen from the dead and perhaps SHEETS Indian summers, known for the heat. The scorching sun makes you angry, sweaty, and ruins your mood. Until, you see a man, brown sweats on, the sun lightly over his face. Guiding me through the stairs, a mischievous grin swept over his face. Gradually, getting comfortable in his bedroom, I grab a book from his nightstand (performative?), detaching the bookmark, letting the words flow, in the dim lights, he gets over me, resting his head over on chest, his eyes meet mine as I read, rigidly staying focused as his hands make their way under my chest.....read more, its 'his room' under my books dear men pls read
