i just want someone to give me flowers.
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i just want someone to give me flowers.
Paul Verlaine, from a poem titled "Lover's Chat", featured in 100 and One Poems by Paul Verlaine
Anne Sexton, from a poem titled "Loving The Killer," featured in The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
cuddling naked>>> sleepy kisses>>> nefarious intentions>>>
Mu Xin, from a poem titled "After The Sleigh Incident," featured in A century of modern Chinese poetry : an anthology
Julia de Burgos, from a poem titled "That You Love Me," featured in Song of the Simple Truth: Poems
i wanna call her and make her touch herself while i talk to her through it. “just like that, baby. let me hear the sounds you’d make for me.”
and every time she’s just right there, i force her to pause just to listen to her whining. “hey, slow down. you don’t wanna finish so soon, right? be good and let me enjoy my dirty girl a little bit more.”
all i want is a pretty woman to coo at me and baby me :(
Grief is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go
— Jamie Anderson
She’s on a work call, voice all calm and professional, when I shove her bra down and latch onto her tit like a greedy whore. I suck hard, sloppy and loud, tongue flicking her stiff nipple while my hand squeezes the other.
She grips my hair tighter, biting her lip so hard it turns white. “Yes, I’m still here,” she says, breath shaky as I pop off one nipple and attack the other, sucking noisily, drooling all over her tits.
I can see her soaked cunt dripping through her panties. She mutes for a second and growls, “Keep sucking my fucking tits like that and I’m gonna come all over this chair, you filthy little slut.”
Then she unmutes and tries to sound normal while I bury my face between her soft, spit-slicked breasts and suck even harder.
The urge to hold down her hips and fuck her through her orgasm, listening to her pretty cries as I turn her into my mindless little slut with my strap.
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