“When faced with two choices, simply toss a coin. It works not only because it settles the question for you, but because in that brief moment when the coin is in the air, you suddenly know what you are hoping for.”—Unknown (via tuileries)
Can I initiate intimacy as I interrupt our kiss with me biting your lip?
Can we get fired up as I gently kiss down your neck?
Can I lay you down slowly as I crawl ontop of you?
Can I kiss down your body as I await to fill my hunger?
Can you whisper what you want me to do in the sexiest way?
Can I slowly side my fingers into your wet paradise until you beg me to go faster?
Can I burry my face into your wet paradise to fulfill my hunger?
Is that so much to ask?
You smoke your cigarettes and you drink your whiskey, but you’re still not going to forget him. You wash your hands every hour, trying to scrub away his remnants, and you buy all new furniture because everything else still smelled like him. You cut your hair because he always liked it long, and you close your windows when it rains now. You wake up dazed in a bed that isn’t yours with scratch marks down your back, and a man next to you that smells like burnt coffee and last night’s perfume.
You think numbing the pain will make it go away, but it only hurts worse when you start to feel again.