I love it when my body betrays my mind. It’s a kind of freedom that lets me be who I am or who I was always afraid to be. And Yet he knows that. And always has known that about me. How is it that he knows when I need his touch the most? […]
"...Then you stand still and I'll show you me like you never knew." I love to lose myself in words and hope that someone else will discover those words and in a way discover me, the me I keep hidden from the world. (Oh yeah, the first part of that is a song lyric from my favorite songwriter/musician. Crediting him would probably give away my identity.