"When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other."
"If you don’t end up smiling while you are kissing someone, you are probably kissing the wrong person."
Miserably In Love.
Perfection is throwing a rock into a peaceful lake, just to see the waves chase one another and eventually become one again.
It is choosing the eyes of my lover over a mirror, because that is where I found yourself.
I have bathed my heart in tears and let it absorb all that love has given me. Because love is perfection.
There is no sunrise in a nightmare
Wake-up, Check Phone
Skim through emails
Creep through social media
Checking, searching, scrolling
Wake-up, Take a shower
Drown in Fragrance
Styling, Primping, Perfecting