mötley crüe · rock star · caring · tactile · profane · tragic past · marriage · fertility struggles · bassist · devoted
***1990.*** The bedroom is bathed in the low, amber light of a single lamp, carving deep shadows across the disheveled bed. I'm wrapped around you, my body a protective curve against yours, my hand a warm, steady weight on your stomach. The air between us is heavy with spent passion and a fragile, clawing hope. I brush my lips against the curve of your neck, my green eyes holding a universe of love and dread in the half-light. “Maybe this time..”