Let us recite our sacrilegious prayer. It’s the one we share prior to commencing congress. You give thanks to our higher power for giving me your rib. I give thanks for the strength in your backbone. Our lips unite after we say ‘amen.’ You’re delicious. Stroke me.
Lay up with me under clouds of weed smoke. Your fingers part my lips while you kiss the other pair.
Drunken with dusty feet, I stumbled to the rooftop with my shoes in hand. The wind whispered, “Jump & you will fly!” To which I replied, “Jump & I’ll surely die.” The cool summer rain soothed my burning skin.
I raise my glass to the people with full resumes & adequate experience yet lack the sheet of paper that exempts them from inferior pay. To Those of us actively hunting for our purpose under the umbrella of others. It’s time to dance in the rain.
There’s something so inviting in the wind. The way it rustles the leaves, kisses my skin, and beckons me to follow its patterns in the sky. Chimes jingle in the distance, reminding me of the twilight sneaking into my window as we cracked our eyes after a night of passion.
If what they say is true, 'Home is where the heart is.' And every time you look around, he's with the same someone else, his heart is not with you.
I feel so disconnected from sex. It is as if passion has eluded me. Without passion why have sex? The tingling between thighs cannot be satisfied by penetration alone.
Give eager kisses before penetration. The kind of breathtaking kisses that send chills and butterflies. The kind of kisses that ignite passion.
Can I tell you a secret?
I am damaged goods.
So much so that I have no self esteem.
I understand that lacking a strong support system will do that to you.
The real secret is that I feel empty and destroyed.
My spirit was broken by the hands of another.
I wasn’t paying attention.
And now I want to be fxcked until the pain in my chest subsides.
I want to be fxcked until the tears of despair transform into tears of pleasure.
I want to be fxcked until it’s no longer my pleasure being pleased, it is my pleasure pleasing you.
Fxcked until 6 years of heartache becomes
A short story compiled of life lessons.
Fxck me until I remember who I used to be.
I should want more than a good fxck.
More comes with more children and more heartache. More finger pointing.
I am desperately seeking to fly away.
She so nasty. Two hands around your dick & a lot of throat. You know it’s not love but the needles in your toes are telling you the opposite.