A raised tree root caught Kelly’s toe, and she pitched forward, arms thrown out as her balance barely recovered. The gravel path crunched underfoot; each step attracted unavoidable attention. A turn taken too quickly led to a near collision with a trash can. Parks promised calm; Kelly delivered chaos. First kisses often happened in places ...

When you dipmy body singsback archesmaking my legs fall openlike butterfly wings When you dipmy body soarsand the soft moansescaping my throatis my call for more When you diptaking a sipI bite my lipso I can controlthe swaying of my hips When you dipeverything gets quietexcept for the soundof my heartbeat in my ear And ...