Little space is pure magic. Sometimes when I close my eyes I can get back there and remember how peo

Little space is pure magic. Sometimes when I close my eyes I can get back there and remember how people in my past have helped me get there.

It’s a drug. Even better than sex in my eyes.

Last night CMM reminded me what it feels like for the briefest of moments. She made some dirty, dirty declarations and put me squarely in the place she knows I like to be.

I felt a distinctly painful pang before I finally gave in. It’s funny how the heart can stretch if you let it.