Don’t offer me that tongue unless you want it used.
I can taste the want already....
warm, wet, impatient.
Come closer.
I’ll kiss you like I’m starving, then take the rest of that hunger lower until your mouth forgets how to speak.
Look at you.. already softening under my mouth.
That smile is a confession.
I can feel the heat rising in your throat, the way your body opens before I even go lower.
Stay right there.
I’ll kiss you until you’re wet enough to take all of me.
There’s nothing more intoxicating than a man who touches you like he’s starving, but kisses you like he has all night.
The weight of his hand at the back of your neck...
That single breath before his lips meet yours, every other thought in your head simply vanishes.
There is an art to loving,
gentle hands, an attentive heart,
patience with every unspoken feeling,
and the quiet understanding
that pleasure is something we give…
His hand gathers her hair
as though gathering the thoughts she cannot settle,
each gentle touch offering what neither of them can say,
stay here, be still, let me care for you…
Because tenderness does not extinguish desire. Sometimes it makes it burn deeper. There is something beautiful about wanting you and still choosing to take my time to let anticipation breathe, to let closeness become its own kind of intoxication•••
La seduzione non consiste nel consumo sessuale, bensì, sapere che sei nei suoi pensieri producendo altri pensieri finché, pensandoti, non potrà fare a meno di te
Some moments don't need permission.
They arrive slowly, like warmth against skin, until you realize the dangerous part isn't wanting more.
It's knowing you will.
The universe was purple that night...
soft, vast, humming
with the particular intensity
of two people
who have stopped
pretending
they don't feel this.
we lay pillow-close,
close enough
to hear the other think,
close enough
that the distance
between heartbeats
felt like
the only astronomy
that mattered.
her hair across the #pillow,
dark as deep space,
her eyes
holding galaxies
i hadn't named yet...
and the intensity
of it all,
the purple,
sacred,
unbearable
intensity
of being
that close
to someone
who contains
a universe
and choosing,
finally,
to explore.
#vss365