this love is fucking right

The image of you whips my memory back to moments of heavy breathing and full hearts where no one occupies the planet, save you and I. Moments when lips foreheads hands meet. Clothes rustle between us and over us because this closeness isn’t enough - or it is fleeting, or the time apart has been too long. Or just that it’s the sole entity that feels real and right in the world. Is this different? It feels different. Images of you, memories of you, orgasms to you, your words, your laugh, your cadence, your tone. They all make me a schoolgirl walking away from her books at the end of term. They all make me hopeful, giddy, nurturing, seductive, loyal, devoted.

...

Everytime I hear your name I know you're the one.

April 8, 2011

"I want you to know I'll always love you." - Anthony

he tells me (january 24, 2011)

(names have been replaced to protect the guilty)

he says, anthony = kristin. lust < love. love > lust.

these are the things he tells me.

january 18, 2011

i don’t want to be anywhere i’m allowed to be…just exactly where i can’t. with you.

velvet+milk

velvet tongue, skin like milk. the two together make an intoxicating duo. velvet + milk find it very trying to stay apart. like magnets, the pull becomes too heavy a burden. the surrender is the release of deprivation. a swift and whirling ride straight back to a euphoric state.

velvet + milk like the bird and the fish. the bird hovers over the waves hoping to evade water in the lungs. the fish struggles to tread water shallow enough to kiss the air.