The cry of my body for completeness.
That is a cry to you.
— Mary Carolyn Davies —
broken record…
Fuck, I need you here.
joy division…
My body blushes when I’m with you.
perhaps you will…
I just want you to lie still. Naked, in front of me. I want you to let me look at you, really look at you in all your glory. I want you to see my acceptance. I want you to see my delight. I want you to see my desire for the man you are, lying before me. Don’t close your eyes while I tenderly trace your skin. Be prepared for when I look into your eyes so that our souls may lock even as my fingers and hands continue their journey along your various lengths and widths.
You are glorious. Your giving heats my cheeks. Your quiet moans and wild eyes soak me through. You are so fucking beautiful when you are… this. I could spend all day like this with you.
And what textures you are! Touching you like this, like your lover, quickens my breath. Your body’s dance is my song. Soon we will sing and our cries will crescendo and harmonize and in sweaty disarray, I will let you watch me cum and beg you to join me.
I hope you will.
verso il tramonto…
I want my lips on yo.u.
I need you near m.e.
Lend me your breat.h.h.h.
Let me trace your nec.k.
Let’s ride, you and m.e.
And never sto.p.
where the wild things are…
Where do we come from?
What are we?
Where are we going?
the passenger…
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window side
He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city sleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let’s ride and ride and ride and ride
Oh, oh, Singing la la la la lalalala…
— Iggy Pop —