
She wrote about it. There are still things beyond language, she wrote. Sensations, pleasures. This is one of my mine. It doesn’t matter where. Just that heat. It slows me. Steadies me. Calms me. I need more.

She wrote about it. There are still things beyond language, she wrote. Sensations, pleasures. This is one of my mine. It doesn’t matter where. Just that heat. It slows me. Steadies me. Calms me. I need more.