By Kyra Oakland

There is a bruised soul within me that collects comfort in moments of stillness. The chaos of the world often feels overwhelming. The fast pace defeats the beauty of most concepts, leaving me nervous and yearning for something deeper.

My thoughts are pouring. Overflowing. I invite you to bathe in my mind with me. Craving affection, I find myself consumed by the thrill of observing, of feeling, of connecting. The art of touch is a language I long to speak. Feel me now, let the sensation draw us closer.

There are parts of me buried underneath that are glowing now, slowly emerging into the light. Can you see them? Can’t you feel them? Watch me unfold for you, watch me come undone, as I lay bare my soul.

Simply yours, Ky