"Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted." - Jules Renard

sext: it is a humid night in july. we undress each other in the back of your car and form one mound of sweaty flesh.
sext: fireflies fall on your skin. i kiss the trail they leave to find your light.
sext: we share a bath and come out dripping each other.
sext: the atomic bomb is not as loud as my heartbeat when you lie next to me.
sext: come over, i want to taste moonlight when it’s licked off your skin.
sext: we undo each other and come back together in one hot flash of light.
sext: you burn over everyone else’s touch.
sext: they dust me for fingertips and find nothing but your claw marks.
sext: the sound of your teeth digging into my bare skin and my moans are the most beautiful duet.
sext: you are 48% water. i would be happy to drown in you.
sext: you are the poem i will spend my whole life trying to write.

—"sext: you"- Lora Mathis  (via wethinkwedream)

(Source: miiasma-sky, via mind-lessthoughts)

You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover is yourself.

—Alan Alda (via cosmofilius)

(Source: erosboros, via ineffable-play)