neuroplasticity

He was gazing into her cleavage with his tongue. The neckline of her dress formed a sharp diagonal across his visual cortex. On one side dark, on the other light. On both sides were soft, gentle folds. His tongue flickered. Uncertain. She shifted in her seat, uncrossed and recrossed her legs, but kept her bright, … Continue reading neuroplasticity

mostly okay

Alarm clock brings for what the morning clings. Early dawn's fight breaks a good dream's night and I rub my wise, wonder where time lies tumbling out of head. Pour hot coffee out. Drips drip from the doubt, fill my coffee sup to the brim and up. Gulp it hurriedly town in my dressing gown... … Continue reading mostly okay