Fuck, I want you wet.
open our wings…
some days are better than others…
send out the call…
we say…
This is what we say:
There is nothing special about the way you make me feel.
A thousand thoughts have done it before.
There is nothing unique about the way you touch me.
A million dreams have done the same.
At least
this is what we say.
This is what we say
when the clouds shield moon from stars
and her from him
or him from her.
This is what we say
and we’re not wrong
as long as we say we’re right.
And as long as we stay in the clouds
we stay blind.
No matter the thousands or millions before
or after
we stay and never move.
This is what we forget:
We forget what moved us was his smell
after a day in the world without you.
We forget what moved us was her smile
how her touch found you in the forgotten secrets of your skin.
We forget how contentment feels listening to her voice
and feeling his hand take yours.
We forget that we can ask.
We forget that we can Be.
We forget that we can confess.
We forget that we are one another’s need.
We forget
that we are unlike any other
yet wholly like the other
entirely ourselves.
Matched.
Lost and found
until we find our way again.
I want.
I need.
I desire.
Yes.
I accept.
At least
This is what we say.
– Lola Moi –
complete the dance…
Anyone who is observant, who discovers the person they have always dreamed of, knows that sexual energy comes into play before sex even takes place. The greatest pleasure isn’t sex, but the passion with which it is practiced. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the dance,
but it is never the principal aim.
beautiful child…
when a man…
walks into a room…
he brings his whole life with him. He has a million reasons for being anywhere, just ask him. If you listen, he’ll tell you how he got there. How he forgot where he was going, and that he woke up. If you listen, he’ll tell you about the time he thought he was an angel or dreamt of being perfect. And then he’ll smile with wisdom, content that he realized the world isn’t perfect. We’re flawed, because we want so much more. We’re ruined, because we get these things, and wish for what we had.
– Don Draper, Mad Men –
you had me at hello…
this magic road…
On this magic road I’m about to lose control
Oh, won’t you bless my soul on this magic road
Down this magic road you can have anything you want
And leave out things you don’t want on this magic road
What is this I see? What a mystery
What a time to meet, baby…
On this magic road
On this magic road
On this magic road
– Al Green –