“You’re my art.” You whispered while biting your lip. How do you do that? Make me drip without a touch. On your knees, I watch you fall. “Spread.” you demand. I love how you throw my leg over your shoulder. How your face sinks deep between my t
Quick selfie before I head to school. I love scrolling through the comments as my students do their work and then fantasizing about the dad’s at pickup.