Get stirred, like anyone else.
Want men. Want
other women. Stink under the arms at the end of
the day. Get
that all too familiar mix of fear and discontent
in the night. Want to do the things
that they ‘Must Not Do.’
Those dirty, bloody attractive things."
— Jeanette Winterson. (via thiswillnotlast)
You are one of those people, it is clear, who needs help. I think you should stop speaking in a low attractive voice whenever you call. Stop making me think of velvet and fragrant tobacco and that first sip of bourbon. Stop inciting stirrings, movements between us…little rebellions, causing chaos in all of my darker places. The top half of my body is at gross political warfare with the lower. One part of me is roaring and the other wholly disapproves. You are a beautiful danger. Do not force me to open up. Some books are bound tightly for years for reasons. Some books are burned for their own good, Love. Stop wearing clothes the way that you do. Don’t allow them to cling to your body like that. Do not follow these effortless fashions where everything looks just so, because, really who could resist such a thing? The Lord knows you are beautiful, and unfair. I think perhaps you should spare a thought, dear, for those who are sick over you, burning up with you, damp for you.You know what you do. You’re a slow fever. Don’t be so very engaging, amusing or witty, or bright. You are causing confusion and jams in tight spaces. You are an accident in waiting. The type of accident with casualties spanning from me to you and here to there, a potential tragedy, a stunning unborn disaster. Should I touch you, I will suffer and you will suffer and she will suffer. You are a danger zone. I must not enter, I should not enter, but I might.”
(c) Yrsa Daley-Ward"
The mate of my soul, I remember the first time I met you, we were never formally introduced, I don’t believe we will ever formally say goodbye. I might have passed you before or may have even been in the same place but the first time we were in close proximity was when I was 13, I was shopping where you worked, I didn’t know you personally but I knew your face from before, I knew those eyes, thats for sure. You were stacking a shelf and I was purchasing some product, we didn’t speak, but I knew you saw me and we had a brief acknowledgement. I remember laughing to my friends, saying I know this person but I don’t know where from.. Then when I left I remembered how we knew each other, you were a friend of a family member, that’s how I had possibly seen you before. I often get flashbacks of this moment in time, for what reason I don’t understand what I do know is that it marked a moment, a feeling that you were of some importance in my life of what was to come, to be, would be revealed as the years went by…
caramel eyes, delectable smile, edible physique I think I’d like to treat you, treat you to a world of sugary whispers and candy coated kisses because your inevitably sweet. sweet like pie I’ll warm your inches. Let me lead you across these delightful insights, and sprinkle honeycomb crystals upon your lips.©thatshotofespresso
Don’t shame the girls who sent pictures of themselves half-naked to their significant others as a way to express eroticism which is healthy and natural… give the people hell who think it’s okay to destroy someone’s trust and distribute those images simply for entertainment purposes.