I want this feeling to last forever. Although I know it might not nor should it be viable to continuously espouse such deep and intimate bonds between us, I rejoice at the momentary chance of making you happy. Even if it’s only for a short while, I’ll take you, entwined…

Wash over me. I shout to the last decree. Can’t you see, oh can’t you see. Let the waves roll over me. Bash against my knees. For I foresee the rising tides. The roll of thunder creeps beneath the sides. Our soul led us a sea. Her scales curl and…

After years of colposcopies, LEAP procedures, and finding out that I would likely need a hysterectomy in the near future, I found myself holding a pregnancy test with a positive symbol. I stared down at the test in my hand lit only by the moonlight spilling in through the bathroom…

He lay in bed contemplating his life. The past, present, and future. It had been a long fulfilling life. He had ventured the world without regret. Traveling to places once forgotten, to the foreign, and divided. He knew where his passion lied and pursued it to no end. He moved…

“You would look so good in my bed.” It was a perverted thing to say. I know but I did it anyways. You should be ripping off my dress by now. Made you smile, look away. So many dirty thoughts. Make you wanting more. Get me higher than I’ve ever been…

Feminist trained international relations (IR) theorists have always been met with skepticism. J. Tickner reflected on the “awkward silences” and “miscommunications” exchanged between her and traditional IR audiences. Her reflection teases out hidden social and political tensions. Questions like “what does gender have to do with theory?” and “What does…

There’s no love. There’s no sleepless nights. No warm embrace. No cosmic energy or endless passion. There’s no resting my head on his shoulder. There’s no longing for his taste. No smiles or happiness. There’s no love. There’s no cuddles or kisses. No tummy giggles or caresses. There’s no single…

I look into your eyes and I see our son. There’s no other creation stronger, thighs deep, lost in the dark. There’s nothing stronger, than the smell of you. It takes my breathe away, and I sway. Nothing better than your smile, shinning in the sunlight. You’ve always had that…