If you were a book
I’d lick my fingers
and flip your pages,
until your spine creased
and you lay spent,
with nothing else to offer.
Then, I’d cup you in my palms
and read you again.

oh. my. todd. (via sheiswanton)


(via i-want-spankings)

One of the sexiest things I’ve ever read!!

(via thesexpartners)

For which f are you drinking to? Fuck, forget, or fun?
― 10 Word Story (via soulsscrawl)
What I’m saying is my heart,

that stubborn muscle, has learned
the wild cadences of your music; I’m saying
even when your echo fades away,
it dances on.
― Lauren Kizi-Ann Alleyne, “On the Illusion of Closure” (via petrichour)