• 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: you are a sunset, it is 5:15PM and you are falling below the horizon. i notice your pink and orange flushing of the sky and i grab a jacket, my keys, my ipad and i chase after you bc i want your photo.
  • sext: it is 5:20PM and i am running across campus and my lungs are burning but i see you you are now scarlet red like you just killed the moon or mars.
  • sext: it is 5:30PM and my lungs collapse, i have an asthma attack and it hurts to breathe but i run.
  • sext: it is 5:35PM, i trip on the hill and skin both my knees but i see you, i see you all bashful and red and angry and beautiful.
  • sext: i take a photo of you but you are gone and it is dark again and i am alone but i am sweating.
  • 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: i’d love to get inside you like water molecules permeating a polar solvent
  • Sext: Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart and dimm’d mine eyes, that I can read no further.
  • Sext: you are the sky and I am the ground. I grew trees for you. - Laura Elizabeth Ross
  • sext: i’m afraid of everything in the world except you
  • sext: i think that’s love.
  • sext: i’m most terrified of you, when considering everything in the universe
  • sext: i like to think that’s love too
  • sext: i want to see you again soon
  • sext: i want to hear your voice caress my name
  • sext: i want to sit on opposite ends of the couch and smile at each other like we have a secret
  • sext: i want to capture the colour of your eyes in my permanent memory
  • sext: i want to know your deepest heart
  • sext: i am the morning dew on a blade of grass and you are the first rays of light peeking out from behind the clouds
  • Sext: "I want to taste your whole body. And kiss your skin. I want to feel your body shake as my hands explore you. I want to feel your hands on my head as I am going down on you. I want to hear your voice tremble as I taste you. I want to feel your lips on my skin."
  • sext: the air smells like honeysuckle and fresh dirt; meet me in the driveway so we can sit in absolute silence, listening to gentle echoes of the 1 a.m. train accompanied by the rapturous humming of my neighbor’s koi pond.
  • sext: Where are we going? I mean, metaphorically? Where are we coming? I mean, literally. I don’t really want to make a mess.
  • sext: Here we are again. These meetings are becoming more and more frequent between us. Are we alone? I glance over your shoulder. Then I look under it. I examine it carefully. Yup, it’s a shoulder all right. Please put on this dressing gown and lead vest, and kindly stay still while the machine takes a picture of your socket. We’ll see if it’s dislocated again. Don’t worry.
  • sext: I memorized a list of words, words that reminded me of you, to keep our love safe. Whoo boy, did that not work, like, at all. Wow. Good riddance.
  • sext: The poetry of the human body mates physical being with mental necessity; a marriage that brings purpose to our quickly rotting living corpses
  • sext: I await you, covered in glitter and paper cupids and indescribable sadness
  • sext: I write down everything I cannot comprehend, like the curves of your lips. It’s some kind of algebra or something
  • sext: we are trees and our branches touch in the wind. we wish we could move closer
  • sext: fast forward to whenever it is that i am kissing your face
  • sext: we put our sadness in the same petri dish, it grows a crystal, we bury the crystal, ten years later the crystal explodes. we simultaneously orgasm and have no idea why
  • sext: can we sext while having sex, it would be gibberish, it would be kinmklqowebnmwjheb sz
  • sext: i wanna smoke cigarettes on the fire escape of your very outer left eyelash
  • sext: i am sommersaulting down the ridge of your navel
  • sext: i am skipping down the back of your knee in high heels
  • sext: i am touching you, nervously
  • sext: going to sex you so hard tomorrow, lol jk i will probably get nervous and be flaccid whole time
  • sext: tomorrow will be enormously disappointing, you will hate my friends, we will not sex, lots of hostile silences
  • sext: i am a leaf, panicking as it falls from a tree, slowly, without control, toward you thinking, "oh god oh god oh god"
  • sext: we're creating milky ways
  • sext: Lap deeply of the scarlet mud, after the blood rains of the apocalypse
  • sext: Love has been known to cause skin abrasions, epilepsy, super epilepsy, and organ inversion.
  • sext: My most human feature is loving you.
  • sext: Words are an unnecessary trouble when we are together. We have telepathy anyway.
  • sext: Are you a hooded figure? Because you have openly stolen my heart. And my child. I don’t know how much longer I have left, but, someone, please help me. Please. Please help.
  • sext: you have nice skin. it really holds in all your blood and organs – no leaking or nothing. you look great tonight.
  • sext: I’ll itch my beard on your pubes and purr and pass out.
  • sext: gorgeous, you're gorgeous. "and you're drunk" no, no I'm not, I am merely intoxicated by you.
  • sext: i suck the tongue right out of your mouth. i suck the teeth out too. it feels good when parts of you are inside me
  • sext: when we're done, you'll be shaking like an earthquake and i'll smile because i am the atlantic storm in between your thighs. - Laura Elizabeth Ross
  • I want to explore the unknown continents of your skin with my tongue
nov 18 2012 ∞
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