I think of you when it rains. I think of you in so many indecent ways, in several lascivious ways that leave me hot with hunger despite the cool of the weather. I imagine it’s late …
Author: Delasi Sanenu
You sit across from me, eyes closed, face tilted upwards. My eyes are supposed to be closed too, but your face is a work of art that is rarely still, and I want to look at …
Stale. That’s how it felt the first time Kojo kissed me. It’s the only way I can think of to describe the feeling. It was like we’d stored the kiss away for months and forgotten about …