Comments about Jamie Wallace
I awoke with the sun shining brightly on my pale skin,
the blankets rumpled and kicked to the floor.
My pillows smell of tangy cologne and sugary sweat.
I burry my face and breath deaply the scent of him.
Clothes spread through the room messily,
as if in a rush of excitement were stripped from their owners.
The sound of the shower assults my ears
as I peal the sweat soaked linnen away from me.
I stroll quietly to the door of the bathroom and
press my ear to the cold hard surface.
He is still here, humming softly with the beat of the ...