black sox n all…

I will always look into your eyes when your hands can dip into the sigh of my skin. I will always blush when you unwrap me from within myself, when your desire for me and us and “this” overwhelms the voice that says, “I am not enough.” I will always lift and spread and arch and buck and squirm and squirt for you, reaching for your cum with each “Oh, fuck, yes. Yes.” The force of my smile for you frees you from
every small nightmare and What-Was and what Could Never Be.

You are every moan.
I am every impossible gasp.
We are the Unfolding.

skin lane…

People think that it is in the tangle of bodies, in the actual congress, that one person invades another and takes possession of them; that it is on the bed that we give ourselves up.

Well it is true that there is a surrender there that is unlike any other, but the real time they get under your skin is when you spend these hours alone, preparing for them; imagining them.

That is everything, sometimes more.

 

— Neil Bartlett

the ____ she is…

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There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.


– Sara Zarr –

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