The times when we cum together… At the same time… Thats when time stops and all that remains is pure pleasure and us…
Aesthetic: Capricorn Venus
“Girls who run with the wolves aren’t here for boys to love.” -Cit.
The times when we cum together… At the same time… Thats when time stops and all that remains is pure pleasure and us…
I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion.
You say I am the best you’ve ever had, but neither of us care to admit I am also the best you’ll never be able to keep. I am a furious, windstruck storm of a human being, with passion bordering on madness and romanticism bordering on obsession. My kisses are the only part of myself your lips can fathom, and your hands cannot even touch my body without your fingers staining from all the storms that rage within me.
You seem to love the type of women whose eyes are serene and bright as the summer days they spend with you, who are beautiful and competent in the ways the world is only to happy to accept. They love with lukewarm tenderness and just a hint of arrogance only a life of privilege can bring- they hurt you, perhaps, but never amaze you, and the height of their unpredictability will end in a drunk car ride home that tastes almost as common as the whiskey you drink to forget them. But forgotten they will soon become, and there are many, many, women who will share the shade of their eyes and the nature of their well contained laughs. They will take months from you, tears from you, and sobriety from you temporarily, but never anything deeper. You do not understand the ways, then, in which women like me love. I will take the speck of honey brown from your eyes, the warmth of your skin, and the movement of your hips and hold them closer than you pull me, for I do not know what it means to feel without completion. To love, to feel, to touch without giving all of myself is a foreign concept I have no desire to become acquainted with, and I am sorry, but the only compensation I accept is everything you cannot give in fear it will destroy you. I will love you with all I have to offer, all of my madness and wild hair and sweet laughter and crooked teeth, and while there could be paradise between us, I offer no promises about what we will take from each other. Does that frighten you? It should. The truth is I am as full of destruction as I am affection.
You crave the sensation of me on top of you, but you do not understand me. Do not be fooled by the kindness in my eyes or the softness of my skin- I am a multitude of miraculous tragedies dressed in art. And as much as I want to love you and spread the deepest parts of myself over you like the tides on a coastal shore, I know you cannot love me in the way I demand to be loved. You are too accustomed to the idea of affection with no lasting consequence, and so you cannot possibly have enough to give without leaving me at least partly empty. I am someone full of presence, and any absence you leave will leave me bare.
“I went the complete opposite direction with the woman I married compared to the woman I loved. I couldn’t bear to look at a woman and be reminded of what we had, hoping to find that same passion, that same feeling. I can’t even explain it. I feel empty without you. And I think the worst part is knowing. Knowing now that what we had I’ll never find in another person and I know because I looked. But I still see you in other women, strangers. I’ll think it’s you and when I get closer it’s not, and I’m disappointed. That’s how I know it’s still you. It’s always you. I still look for you. And I’ll be empty until I have you again.”
Am I in love? Absolutely. I’m in love with ancient philosophers, foreign painters, classic authors, and musicians who have died long ago. I’m a passionate lover. I fawn over these people. I have given them my heart and my soul. The trouble is, I’m unable to love anyone tangible. I have sacrificed a physical bond, for a metaphysical relationship. I am the ultimate idealistic lover.
I used to search for perfect pictures,
When I couldn’t find exactly what I was looking for,
I became a photographer.
I used to search for perfect quotes,
When I couldn’t find the one to describe my situation flawlessly,
I became a writer.
I used to search for someone to love me,
When I couldn’t find anyone who would accept all of me,
I decided to love myself.
How did you do that?
She asked
After liquid courage finally gave her a voice
You walked through this airport
And made every head turn
It seems like you didn’t even notice
It’s easy, I said
Confidence
Not superficial
Narcissistic or conceited
I love myself
Self love is the first thing I put on everyday
I wear it like red lipstick
It’s white T-shirt and jeans
Smoky bedroom eyes
Sex appeal
I love myself
And people feed on that energy
She says
I hope to be like you someday
JB
Come sleep with me: We won’t make Love, Love will make us.
I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.
When it’s my time
I have no interest in a funeral
I want no grave to sit beside
Let my ashes blow in the breeze
From the top of the mountains I love
Walk barefoot in the water
Howl loudly around the fire with all of your spirit
Play the music loudly
Sing and dance
I want you to see a beautiful sunset and think
She would love this
Or when the wind picks up and clouds darken
You smile
Remembering how wild storms made my soul
And when it rains
Oh when it rains
My true spirit is awakened
Naked to those who know my mind
And it’s connection to my body
You’ll think of me
JB
My entire life I’ve loved the music of Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac. As an adult, understanding and connecting with the song lyrics and the pain and emotions in the words, makes me love it even more. I love that music can take on entirely new meanings as you age. ❤️🎶
Aesthetic: Capricorn Venus
“Girls who run with the wolves aren’t here for boys to love.” -Cit.
