
It’s your boobs fault !
There are looks you can’t see. Words you can’t hear. Gestures you don’t understand. I’ve always said your boobs need to stop distracting me.
There are looks you can’t see. Words you can’t hear. Gestures you don’t understand. I’ve always said your boobs need to stop distracting me.
Life is short, break the rules. Forgive quickly, kiss slowly. Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably and never regret anything that makes you smile.
There are looks to make love with. There are looks that leave no room for other thoughts than those of wanting and wanting to be there. There are glances that everything else no longer counts for anything
Bewitched by a body that recalls your most ancestral instincts and loosened by a look that only asks to be returned. Not all bodies are the same, not all souls.
A photo. A very simple photo. I want you, I want you, you are always in my head. I don’t want to ask you for anything other than a photo of you. Let me feel that you like to know that I like you. Let me feel that you have the same desire that I have you say. Let me feel that your body is looking forward to being eaten by my eyes.
She had a body abandoned to pleasure and free from any medieval prejudice. Just looking at her finally gave me the feeling that I was alive and how much that moment was worth to me.