I want to be…
I want to be your beginning at your end. I want to be your light in your darkness. I want to be your foothold in your falls. I want to be your everything in your nothingness. I want to be your cry in your silence. I want to be your joy in your sadness. I want to be your memory in your longing. I want to be your food in your hunger. I want to be your handkerchief in your tears. I want to be your guide in your path. I want to be your sweet taste in your bitterness. I want to be your water in your thirst. I want to be your company in your loneliness. I want to be your freedom in your limits. I want to be your mountain in your valley. I want to be your reflection in your mirror. I want to be your image in your mind. I want to be your rest in your fatigue. I want to be your hope in your distrust. I want to be your cure in your wounds. I want to be your resurrection in your death. I simply want to be your being, here and in the afterlife…
-Ousía Poética Creative Commons (cc)
Quiero ser…
Quiero ser tu principio al final. Quiero ser tu luz en tu oscuridad. Quiero ser tu punto de apoyo en tus caídas. Quiero ser tu todo en tu nada. Quiero ser tu grito en tu silencio. Quiero ser tu alegría en tu tristeza. Quiero ser tu recuerdo en tu anhelo. Quiero ser tu comida en tu hambre. Quiero ser tu pañuelo en tus lágrimas. Quiero ser tu guía en tu camino. Quiero ser tu dulce sabor en tu amargura. Quiero ser tu agua en tu sed. Quiero ser tu compañía en tu soledad. Quiero ser tu libertad en tus límites. Quiero ser tu montaña en tu valle. Quiero ser tu reflejo en tu espejo. Quiero ser tu imagen en tu mente. Quiero ser tu descanso en tu fatiga. Quiero ser tu esperanza en tu desconfianza. Quiero ser tu cura en tus heridas. Quiero ser tu resurrección en tu muerte. Simplemente Quiero Ser Tu Ser Aquí y en el más allá…
-Ousía Poética
Smart little dude
“He drew his hand slowly up her arm. He watched the gooseflesh form on her shoulders. He leaned down and kissed her prickled flesh, sending fire coursing through her veins.”
-sjc
"I like your name"
Thanks you wanna moan it?
The best place I have found to cry
is in the shower
You become one with the water
It drinks your tears faster than they come
You don’t feel them
You only feel what’s necessary
Your sorrow
Your grief
The shower envelopes you
Hugs you
Holds you
In it’s also
Tearful embrace
Dara Louisa Karadag
how much scarier would a frog be if it ran instead of hopped .. u just hear plat plat plat plat coming towards u and u look down and it’s a frog going at full speed
slow tongue kissing
you gotta moan and tell her nasty little things right into her ears in between kisses when you fuck her.