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Sex is not a goddamn performance. Sex should feel as natural as drinking water. It should not require confidence. Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe. Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire. You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh. It’s not about being “good in bed.” It’s about being happy. One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough. What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you. Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later. Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be. I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this. I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want. It’s originality. It’s passion. It’s joy. Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception. I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way. “Good in bed,” what. You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you. Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel. This isn’t a test.
I want to run, I want to fall,
you have got me ready
to lose it all.
i feel a heaviness in my chest now, one that i never felt until after you left. i wonder if you will ever know how often you made my heart beat out of my chest. you were a man of substance, generosity, and tenderness. you embodied friendship and you knew what it meant to love. i miss you, and i despise that this is so true. i must confess that i feel loneliness creep back into my life whenever i invision you.
(I) the lines under your eyes simply document the number of times your heart has come in contact with the moon. (II) your love adorns the earth in unison with the sun, bringing love and joy to all those you touch. (III) my body aches due to the constant battle between loving you and taking care of myself. you are a destructive lover.
I wish I saw how desperately you tried to love me, but they say that love is blind.
keep your heart low, it will hurt less when you fall.
perhaps my love will be enough on another evening. your lips would not feel the urge to kiss another pout, because you were so partial to my flavour. your eyes would wander, and your mind would ponder, but your hands would never act. your heart would beat as any mans, and your mind would function all the same, and when they work in unison they could bring more emotion, and less pain.
perhaps i will be enough on another evening.
If I could carry your smile in my pocket, I would.
they asked me what it felt like to fall in love with a woman like that; so broken and destructive. i replied with silence, knowing how impractical it would be to make an attempt to speak of the brilliance and the beauty that only she could embody. i coud never translate her into simple words.
i am lost, and my doubt
will never show me
which way to go.
why do you promise to never leave? you could not possibly predict that you will make it out the front door, or that you will still be around for me to love tomorrow.
no one knows of their future, so please, do not promise that you will never leave. promise that you will carry a piece of me, even if the fate of the universe is that we were not meant to be.
promise me you will remember me, remember where my lips begin and that dimple in my chin. promise me that you will remember that your heart is my hearts mirror image.
most of all, I beg that you never forget that I love you enough for the both of us. remember that my adoration for you spreads further than the length of the ocean, and is rooted within me deeper than any tree could ever be.
set your kisses on my cheek as delicately as you would set yourself in my sheets.
I ache in ways
I only could
for someone
like you.
i cannot promise to love you forever, but i can promise right now. i can promise that my love is the one thing that i know is absolutely ensured, and i will love you the best i know how until you are satisfied. i cannot promise to never make you mad, in fact i cannot even promise to help you when you are sad, but i promise to try. i promise to have faith in you and i, and i ask for nothing more than just your hand in mine.