let us rest in the warm wetness of our best desire
and own one another's breath.
farewell mr cohen and every sigh that ever was. ❤️
we should all free outselves from the expectations of others. maybe we most need to be free of our own expectations.
Ninety-nine percent of who you are is invisible and untouchable.
~ - Buckminster Fuller
some days i want to go where i can sit outside wearing only a tank...my flesh exposed to sun and breeze.
is there a word for that color?
your shadow resting on morning sheets...
the edge of your lips right before you kiss me...
your fingers, wet with me.
your fingers sliding through my wet folds.
your mouth kissing whispers across my skin.
that is poetry.
happy national poetry month!
here i spread my heart
and beg you once again
to take my warm skin.
against my mouth.
"I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?" — Pablo Neruda
“My heart is an unmade bed;
it might look messy, but I swear
it’s a safe place to rest.” ~ Moriah Pearson
it has been a while since i posted anything. i have a new poem with audio! it is called "little kisses." go have a listen!