I Need A Girl Who Is Equally As Desperate For Me, As I Am For Her. I Need Her To Be As Obsessed With

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It would just be so terrible to be pinned between two ladies as they call me cute and laugh at how flustered and embarrassed I get. Oh gosh I sure hope they don't kiss their hot mouths against my neck and slip their hands up under my clothes!

I'm a healthy mixture of a sexual freak and a hopeless romantic.

want to show a girl who thinks she's unloveable that she's this worlds' greatest gift

Sometimes, I just want the quiet parts. The slow, sweet gratification of aftercare. The chance to touch you without demand, to simply be here, tending to you. Hours where I do nothing but care for you, to bathe you in the dim light of a too-warm shower, kneeling at your feet, kissing each mark, each bruise, each tender place you took so beautifully, so wantonly, so stunningly.

I want to hold you close, feel the tremble of your muscles as I run my hands over your skin, soothing, worshiping, reminding. I want to press my lips to each red streak I left behind, whispering reverence against your flesh, telling you without words how much I cherish every moment you give me.

And when we are done, I will make sure you drink, make sure you eat. Yes, you might fuss, might try to pull away. That happens sometimes. I know that. Sometimes our scenes go too deep, take too much, and the quiet afterward lets shadows creep in. But I won’t let them take you. I will be there, ready. I will battle them one by one, drive them out, keep them from pulling you under.

I will gather you into my arms, tuck you close, press my lips to your temple, then your eyelids, then finally your mouth. That’s how I will hold you, how I will be your shield, your safe place, your certainty. I will make sure you know you can give me anything, any feeling, any word, or nothing at all. If you just need me to be here, I will be here.

I will be whatever you need. Because I worship you. Because I adore you. Because I am just as devoted to you as you are to me.

And with each kiss, each touch, I thank you. Thank you for putting your trust in my hands. Thank you for letting me take you apart, and for trusting me to put you back together. I will never let us leave a scene without solidifying what we are. Without reaffirming this bond.

Because it is sacred.

And so are you.

“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”

— Unknown (via pnko)

anger doesn’t make you a bad person. your darkest feelings on your worst days don’t make you a bad person- you don’t have to navigate living with trauma with only positivity and nobody should expect that from you