#myquill

[alwaysclassyangel]

I crave your pen on my body

the smooth and the long strokes.

The ones when you press

the tip into my flesh

and the ink pools

Your words become an ache

A longing carved into my skin,

a story only we could ever read.

~Ella.G

[lovetoeknee]

I wait for you to come and crawl in our bed, behind me.

Slow kisses cover my neck, sending tingles straight down my spine. Fingers sinking beneath my skin somewhere deep inside. Pressed face down as you make your way over me, in me, both of us having our way with me. Stimulating myself and you as well. Gasping and clenching, I gain sweet relief.

I wait for you...

[lovetoeknee]

I am my worst enemy and my biggest fan, often in the same moment. I have an appetite for destruction and a certain thirst to quench. Yet here I am starving, my hands are not idle, they’re pressed against my temple.

[mad-dog308]

Aura.

[lovetoeknee]

The rain falls so lightly, almost undetected, as I’m gazing out my window. Do you ever think I’ve lived enough? My negativity always running off with my imagination hand-in-hand. Haunted by the past, contrite. The rain now has stopped. Until it pours again.