No words. Just my finger pointing in silence. My finger silently saying, ’Unwrap me, darling.
The Apartment of SexIt is only in retrospect that the high points of our lives rise up, flaunting banners.
I Learn from ChildrenYou’re playing with a blow torch, and it’s pointed at your head. Think about what you’re saying.
It's Not About HimBusiness is a basketball game. The more tricks you know, the more points you score.
The Secrets of BusinessHer beauty was a weapon. A loaded gun, with the barrel pointed at her own head.
And the Mountains Echoed