July 2011
8 posts
i’ve counted the amount of kisses it takes to get from the center of his mouth to the tip of his dick. i could do it in the dark, find my way over like a lost and starving baby. and that is just what i do. i creep my way across his chest, and run my tongue across my prize. it’s past two and he is asleep and he mumbles something about work in the early morning. i am hungry and i do not...
i’ve been too quiet
it’s making you mad and i know it and i’m too much of a bitch right now do anything about it. sometimes i’m evil — and i treat you like prey. i watch you from across the room and you bump into everything on your way over to the bed. you say something about how nervous you get when i look at you that way — something about how i am too...
we are all going to fall in love more than thousands of times in this lifetime. we are all capable of it. the first boy i loved did not know my name. but i loved him simple - in the same way i used to love mangoes and sugarcanes on my tongue. there was nothing rough about this — i did not force my love into his hands and he did not take it away from me, but he laid down continents inside my...
because i’ve swallowed you whole — because i’ve brushed my tongue across each one of your teeth — because i know the taste of your skin like i know the colors behind each of my eyelids. because i’ve studied you like i made you from my own belly — because i can only allow myself to get so close to a man before i need him to be inside me. before i need him to...
good God.
we always blame the heart for things gone wrong— as if trusting logic with all you have would have stopped a few cuts from bleeding on to your tongue. because the heart is never in agreement — always raging, always reeling , always wanting. starving and incompetent and maddened. i think my heart is a lot like dirt. i don’t think it’s some fragment of any rose that you must press against the...
