“ Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don't undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yo… Kamand Kojouri
“ My fingers draw up her back and tangle into her hair. she repeats.Our lips crush together, our bodies pressed tight. An inferno of lips and hands and movements that continues to grow in heat. The bla… Katie McGarry
“ Noah,” she whispers in reprimand.“You’ve never complained when I’ve tried to undress you before.”Echo readjusts so she can see me, and for the first time since this morning, those eyes dance. “Yes, I… Katie McGarry
