fuck me
and
fuck me
and
fuck me
again.
first passion…
Man’s love is of man’s life a part; it is a woman’s whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the other all she loves is love.
– Lord Byron –
divining…
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
– William Shakespeare –
whispers…
I wasn’t kissing her, I was whispering in her mouth.
– Chico Marx –
cleanse me…
Cleanse me of anything that breaks your heart.
no words…
It doesn’t matter that we don’t always understand the Now or can imagine the Future – I still want to kiss you all the time.
Your smell lingers on me for days after we have touched.
My knees still grow weak from your one casual glance.
Your voice trembles down along my spine, landing hot and wet between my legs – always between my legs.
Your eyes slay me; I am riveted, there is no going back.
Not now.
Listen.
Can you hear my heart beat faster?
There are no words.
in plain view…
fearful adoration…
It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if she adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman.
She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration,
yet she would not at once fight against it.
– D. H. Lawrence –
reunion…
muse…
When the muse comes to your bedside don’t tell her you’ll fuck her later.
– Allen Ginsberg –
