whenitgetsheavy: http://society6.com/LibbyEdwards/the-silence-of...
want me to spoon you baby ?
want me to spoon you baby ?
whenitgetsheavy: http://society6.com/LibbyEdwards/only-this-worl...
when it was only this
winter has never been so warm before…
winter has never been so warm before…
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whenitgetsheavy: The beginning of who we were this is how her...
The beginning of who we were
this is how her talent evolves with the speed of light ..
whenitgetsheavy: November 2012 the chicken to my chicketty
November 2012
the chicken to my chicketty
Paul Baribeau- Strawberry
Paul Baribeau- Strawberry
missing your mouth
missing your mouth
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fragments of memories
fragments of memories
us whenitgetsheavy: The first time we touched, kissed.. quiet...
us
The first time we touched, kissed..
quiet endless gazing into your honey eyes.
November 2012
"If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest..."
""If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions."― David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary"
"As erotic language, such as we use in dalliance, is a kind of secretion, a concentrated juice that..."
"As erotic language, such as we use in dalliance, is a kind of secretion, a concentrated juice that flows from the lips only in moments of the most intense emotion, of plaint, as this language is, in other words, the essential expression of passion, each pair of lovers has its own peculiar language, a language which has a perfume, an odor sui generis which belongs only to that couple…"- Jean Genet, Miracle of the Rose (via sexypaleskin)
kitty-en-classe: "I like to wait while his mouth kisses my neck, moving down to where my neckline...
"I like to wait while his mouth kisses my neck, moving down to where my neckline goes deep, and my breasts hurt swollen a little, waiting for his hands to begin, and my hair is falling loose over my bare shoulders, and my mouth is soft and wet and wanting under his."
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
2 months until our bodies collide again
2 months until our bodies collide again
your wet hair touching my chest
your wet hair touching my chest
i would be alright if you kiss me
i would be alright if you kiss me
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