Makers of KY lubes, you should make a non-messy version of your stuff, seeing as how nobody I know really enjoys having lube all over themselves and their boyfriends.
Why is it that every time I fall in love, it goes bad? Why is it that every time I get happy, I turn sad? You like to think that love is the one thing that cannot be ruined, something that lasts forever and you can always rely on. That it is the one impenatrable force in the world, that you can fall back on it if everything else turns to shit. But maybe it isn't. Maybe love is just a state of mind, not really an existing thing. Maybe when we say "I'm in love" or "I love you," it means nothing, because love, itself is nothing......
Daylen broke Happy Bunny.
Scared smile, but calm steady hands drawing back the sheets.
Uneasy, but I still climb in, under the covers, blankets like clouds, soft as silk
Nervous, but still naked before you, presenting myself the only way i know how, opening like a book, unfolding like a flower.
Firm, but still gentle, as you kiss my lips, revoking my fear, hiding it beneath layers of lust confused with love.
Hands that were once so rough, now so tender and kind, brush against my skin, smooth as rose petals, pale as the winter's moon.
You touch my body, but also my mind. Your eyes riveted to mine, piercing my soul. Emotions run wild releasing senses so deep, rich and vibrant hues against the heavy black canvas of night.
Whispers, fingers intertwined. Our flesh melts together and I can't tell what's yours, what's mine.
Calm. At ease. Soft steady breathing in my ear. Your arm draped across my waist. Comfort. I think I have finally come home.
Poem by Sarah Cook
10/03
"I bear equally with you the black, permanent separation. Why are you crying? Rather give me your hand, promise to come again in a dream. You and I are a mountain of grief... You and I will never meet again on this earth. If only you could send me at midnight a greeting through the stars." ~Anna Akhmatova
