“When I am lonely for boys what I miss is their bodies. The smell of their skin, its saltiness. The rough whisper of stubble against my cheek. The strong firm hands, the way they rest on the curve of my… — A.M. Harte Copy Share Image
“When I am lonely for boys what I miss is their bodies. The smell of their skin, its saltiness. The rough whisper of stubble… — A.M. Harte Copy Share Image
