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i mean it…

When…

 

 

 

I tell you that I want you to take advantage of me.

you’ve been here before…

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Petaled flesh reveals
The aching tremor of Spring
Honeybees moan hymns

the blessing…

I can only bite my tongue when you get on your knees  Pinch my nipples to match the thrill of your coarse face grinding into my smoother-than-silk clit   Pull your hair with each lap your tongue makes  I can only bite the blessingyour shoulder with each breath you heave then moan then moan then moan Lose yourself knuckle deep in me   Dip yourself ball-heavy against me  Hold my hips as I squirm your initials in the air  Lick my pussy juice as it trails your throbbing shaft  Your cock my fuck pole of delight that never ends  Just don’t stop yet  Panting each moan buck quiver whimper cry for this and that and yes and yes and oh fuck yes   This moment of meeting and parting again and again inside and out upside and down  I can only bite my tongue from begging you to stay to stay to stay one moan longer.

it all cums down…

what it cums down to
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It all comes down
to very little,
but that very little
is so much.

(don’t) call it what you like…

don't call it what you like
And in the end, we were all just humans,
drunk on the idea that love, only love,
could heal our brokenness.

– F. Scott Fitzgerald –

sea full of pearls…

Lsea full of pearlsisten, O drop, give yourself up without regret,
and in exchange gain the Ocean.
Listen, O drop, bestow upon yourself this honour,
and in the arms of the Sea be secure.
Who indeed should be so fortunate?
An Ocean wooing a drop!
In God’s name, in God’s name, sell and buy at once!
Give a drop, and take this Sea full of pearls.

– Rumi –

tested, by the force of the tempest…

exposed to her elementI walk slowly to myself,
through a forest of empty suits of armour.

– Tomas Tranströmer –

cliff notes

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