I want in there so bad. I’ll buzz about looking for that deep spot, the core of our silliness. I know that’s where you’ll be. So be ready when I swarm our secret space, so secluded that only we know… Read more ›

I know I always call you that.  But I do it in so many different ways. Sometimes I bellow your babyness at you.  Other times I’m clamoring about your cuteness.  You know I think you’re a doll when you hear… Read more ›

Just how many times can I reference “You, the listener” anyway? You know I like to invoke you whenever I can. To utter your “name” arouses me to the fact you’re really there with me. To vocalize your presence reminds… Read more ›