white sheets contrast well against your skin.

silhouettes project and reflect off the walls of empty rooms that we could probably fill with our intent alone. and we'd still have left overs..

we'd still have left overs.

but i don't have feelings to spare.

i don't have feelings to waste.

selfish, like that.

i'll say fuck them, like that.

but, my degree of selfishness is proportional to my degree of selflessness with you.

and you know you got it like that.

you know you got me like that.

my untainted romance.

the purest of intentions, even when your hands are around my throat.

the art of finding love some where between discretion and total recklessness.

somewhere between discretion and total recklessness..

yes, perhaps that's where we are at.

-current location