The Tenth Kiss
Kisses that stir my soul have no categories. I love the wet kissing of your wet lips but the friction of your dry little mouthing makes smoke in my very bones, a fluid fire. To press my lips on fluttering eyes is sweet revenge for the torment of those butterfly kisses. I love to lie all over you, to kiss it all, cheeks and shoulders and neck and snowy valleys and leave my signatures in the...
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Hey loves.. just wanted to say hi, with more than 140 characters (q3#$^_+-= Take That, Twitter).. Tour has been amazing and we are sooooooo fucking excited to extend this thing for another month in Europe. playing Ipswich tonight, then I get a few days off in London which is awesome (i got a…
It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have...– Chuck Palahniuk (via cepetitcoeur)
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The Shape Of Brightness
If I say I helped myself to you I hope you don’t mind, I couldn’t resist; you were just brilliant flesh… the shape of brightness, illumined in the light of half turned louvers that created painted hills and valleys with your body. Deep sienna you were beneath me, my skin was scorched by your sun… I revelled in it; heard the cicadas when they made a love song, ...
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