December 2011
21 posts
our kind of intimacy will breed a language that...
let's cause a scene.
Give me the strongest cheese, the one that stinks best; and I want the good wine, the swirl in crystal surrendering the bruised scent of blackberries, or cherries, the rich spurt in the back of the throat, the holding it there before swallowing. Give me the love who yanks open the door of his house and presses me to the wall in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched and shaking,...
you have no idea just how much i want to enjoy...
you will have every kind of kiss in every kind of...
the joy of our intimacy is a reward of our...
kiss me spontaneously in the middle of a sentence.
possession.
“Now I need not call you Mr. Knightley. I may call you my Mr. Knightley.”
you're weird. i like you.
“Women see things in a man that men aren’t able to see themselves. They know what to look for. It’s more than just facial characteristics themselves. It’s the way a man carries himself, how he behaves, the way he treats people, the way he speaks, whether his eyes have a fire of purpose in them or are vacant, how he walks–and especially how he treats women. Everything mingles together. A...
i am persnickety about my hair but if you want me...
I am yours after all.
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put me in your pocket
its us against the world
against its brutality, shallowness, misconceptions, wrongful ideals, temptations, and materialism.
glory
“i will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever, your leg my leg, your arm my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”
[charles bukowski]
our eyes are glued to the screen, but our thoughts...
tell me what is hot and what is not.
Only your opinion matters.
essence
“When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of his skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s...
