hot tongues entwined.

I am Disintegrated Drunk warm-stomached lovergirl and anachronistically romantic. Oh, to have you here for the kissings and spontaneous combustions!! A scent will trigger an unchecked memory lurking back someplace deep in the recesses of the mind. My eyes are wide and wild. There is a handle of bourbon on my dresser, and my desk is littered with crayons, e.e. cummings, and erotica. I do believe I could write it better.

It’s past mid-July. There is so much to not do.