Anything But
Anything But Bed time. Skin against skin. Quiet. ‘How was your day?’ Understood mumbles. ‘And yours?’ ‘Nothing different.’ ‘We’ll move that stuff At the weekend.’ ‘Sounds good.’ ;I’m tired.’ ‘So… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Anything But Bed time. Skin against skin. Quiet. ‘How was your day?’ Understood mumbles. ‘And yours?’ ‘Nothing different.’ ‘We’ll move that stuff At the weekend.’ ‘Sounds good.’ ;I’m tired.’ ‘So… Continue Reading