Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
— Wendell Berry —
whispers on our lips…
She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be
combined with other words to create powerful spells.
— Dean Koontz —
making art is hard…
You will bite my bold nipples through my shirt. I will strip while you watch, leaving my panties for you. You will slowly slip my panties to the side, pausing to adore my smooth, swollen lips. I will spread my long, smooth legs as you press your tongue hot against my clit. I will buck against your teeth. You will suck some more. I will moan and grab your head, pushing you deeper into my slippery warmth. You will moan. I will echo so ardently you almost cum. Your face will fuck me wild. I will cum in your sweet, hungry, clever mouth. And neither of us will apologize.
dirty thots about you…
You’ve got too much soul
to be handled by someone
who has never been passionate.
— Hannah Compton’s father —