I ached for you.
The longing a hunger.
I looked and could not find you.
And then I stopped…
And saw you were always there.
❤️
Michelle k Roberton.
I ached for you.
The longing a hunger.
I looked and could not find you.
And then I stopped…
And saw you were always there.
❤️
Michelle k Roberton.

Honouring your own sex first may seem an odd suggestion. But what if sex is like the oxygen mask that we are guided to put

I love these words as I write them. They feel delicious to sound out onto paper. For after twenty three years of exploring a life
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