Michael Faudet

“Magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe– the stars sighed in unison.”

“A mind possessed by unmade books.”

“I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.”

“Unbutton, unzip, unclip, untie, undo, undress.”“Understood,” she replied.”

“I never understood desire until i felt your hands around my throat.”

“A mind possessed by unmade books, unwritten lines on empty hooks.”