Tag Archives: all this skin underneath

full as craving…

… along the creases of my softest skin.

hear me roar…

hear me roar
Your name is a roar
deep in the pit of my need.

 

handle with care…

handle with careOh my fuck, I can’t stand it.
I can’t stand
not touching you.
I can’t stand not feeling your eyes on me.
I need to touch you
and be touched by you.
I need to hear you moan as you watch my pleasure.
I need to taste you with my everything.

so
.
many
.
needs

So, when I grab your hand and lead you into the bedroom, it’s not on sudden impulse; my tug is a longstanding ache of horny that has been needing you in unspeakably hot and naughty ways.

i am hunger…

i am hunger 1i am hunger 2

All night you waited for morning,
all morning
for afternoon,
all afternoon for night;
and still the longing sings.

—Ruth Stone—

 

 

A taste of you slipped
into me
like moonlight in a
locked church.

—Janet Lees—

alone with other people…

alone-with-other-people

Is anyone moved / by the plainness of raw skin anymore?

— Gabby Bess —

 

beauty marks…

the rain is like you…

I don’t know: this gravity elastic feeling to let go and fall together with you is one thing, but it is better to live exactly where you are with as many permanent emotions in you as you can muster.
Talking to myself.

Your spirit is with me.

the rain is like you

Please kiss whatever part of you can reach for me.

— John Cage —

even if they’re all looking at me…

even if they're all looking at me
I’m still looking at you.

SinfulSunday

cum to me…

cum to me

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