I crave the silkiness of your skin against my tongue, thrusting firmly against my throat. Your taste lingering on my lips, making me want you even more. Never wanting to stop. Hearing the sounds of your moans, echoing for everyone to enjoy. My hunger increasing the deeper you thrust. Your hand feeding me all that I desire. Let me please you for as long as you can handle with the sensation that you ache for, and when you can’t wait any longer…………..let me show you that I mean it when say “I swallow”.
Poetry is sensation to words, a substitution to the inscriptions I intend to leave with my lips down your spine and every inch of your skin.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
Junot Diaz - This is How you Lose Her
Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art.
Ralph Waldo Emerson