Tag Archives: nipple

full as craving…

… along the creases of my softest skin.


Every woman I have ever loved has left her print upon me, where I loved some invaluable piece of myself apart from me — so different that I had to stretch and grow in order to recognize her. And in that growing, we came to separation, that place where work begins.


— Audre Lorde —

in excelsis deo…

in excelsis deoL



LYour mouth on me is our secret glory.
Your mouth on me is a glorious moan.
Your mouth on me is exactly what I asked for.

Oh, how I long to sing your praises again.
Listen, you can hear me…

solstice spin…



Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind,
and you my friend,
my new fun thing,
my summer fling.

– K.D. Lang –

endings and beginnings…

I’m baaaaaack…

never shall her pinkie go down

 When he speaks into my hair, it is barely a whisper.
“… it’s never too late.
And there’s always a way to begin again.”

Autumn Doughton

magic to make…

“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper,
irresistible— magic to make the sanest man go mad.”

– Homer –

the lover's whisper

an important conversation…

The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin.
This is the most important discussion you can ever have.

– Iain Thomas –

a conversation

another world…

gift wrapped
There is another world, but it is in this one.
— William Butler Yeats —

the gift

holy grail…

holy grail


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