“Talk dirty to me like I’m a nun on her knees screaming hail Mary.”

I remember the stillness of the night when I met darkness for the first time.  Whispering gently in my ear “It’s time to come home”

My mind is loud but endless evanescent thoughts stay trapped in silence.

Pink dress, chestnut curls. A picture of innocence before life stole her.

If your thighs touch, don’t be scared. They are just kissing; it’s a love affair.

A star that shines the brightest is the one that had to explode the hardest. My love, you are a supernova.

Sand between her toes she dances with earth without a care in the world.

I wish I was on a jet plane, with my passport in my pocket and adventure in my veins.

Her blue eyes sparkle a little less than before. Adult life done right.

Even in darkness, your light burns with the cosmic energy of a thousand falling stars.

Your flesh is like the ocean. Let it wave, rise, ripple, and soar in all its glorious commotion.

I’m not asking that you take the bullet for me. I wish you’d shoot first.

Forever dreaming of a faraway place, where the sun melts my sorrows and blows kisses on my face.

Intrusive thoughts burn holes in my brain. I guess that’s why I’m so empty.

This little black dress doesn’t hide imperfections. It shows off my soul.

Old habits die hard, so fill up my cup and let’s raise hell in heaven.

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His love set her on fire and she loved the way it burned.

Together we traced daydreams on each other’s skin, kisses our paintbrush.

We have each other, we make love and then we hate each other and we become strangers.

If you are powerfully embracing your physical body and your sexuality, you are living fully in your humanness and that is as spiritual as it gets.

Touch me. Make my body bloom. A million cherry blossoms.

Nothing screams undress me like the scent of you on me.

Sex is not a map to me anymore I am more than my physical body.

We must not think that by saying yes to sex, one says no to power.