just wanna sit on his lap and feel him get hard
Etikett: him with a capital h
u ever just wanna…….suck on his fingers
my soul wants to hug your soul. my heart wants to talk with your heart.
your eyes weren’t blue like the ocean but I still managed to drown in them
i will never understand why people with brown eyes don’t love brown eyes. your eyes are last strings of sunlight pushed together into a ball of warmth. your eyes are looking into home. your eyes are the taste of chocolate and the smell of fresh bread. your eyes are a hug on a rainy day.
i want to share everything i can with you. my space, my time, my love.
I just want to know how it feels to have our fingers intertwined and your skin against mine
Mariposa Folk Festival 1978
Do you exist? Have I made you up?
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 20 March 1928
Let me be the one you turn to.