The stars align. A ship is home. The future arrives swiftly like a storm.
He makes me come loud. He makes me come softly but swift. He makes me want to breathe and take my time through this state I’m in.
That when we are together the stars align. Cosmically. Spiritually. Organically.
I’m tired of looking for love when all I really want is great sex. I’m tired of expecting more, idealistically knowing full well that’s not how this works, how it happens. This is as good as it gets.
I gave you my friendship.You gave me your booze. I gave you my body. You gave me yourself.
Never fully evolving. We make the same mistakes. Over and over again. Because it’s all about... The thrills. The chills. The chase.The kill. We’ve killed it, now. Now leave me.
Our bodies meet together like our thoughts. Out in the open. Everything is pure. Untainted by expectation. Heavy laden by exhaustion. We are not controlled by outside forces or demands. It was just us being us. There. Last night,when we were together.
My heart quickens its step, my breathing hastens in my chest. Clutching me around my throat and neck. One minute, I’m sleeping peacefully, the next, I’m arching my back in ecstasy. I moan, in my sleep, dreaming and feeling hungry, For you. Your lips and tongue, gently caressing mine. Your hands holding me tight [...]