“River is time in water; as it came, still so it flows, yet never is the same.”

A man may as well open an oyster without a knife, as a lawyer’s mouth without a fee.

You flowed into me so delicately, like a beautiful twist of fate. I inspired you as you moved me in an alluring turn of phrase.

I fondled you. You fondled me. I sucked you. You sucked me. And out of nowhere, the rivers began to flow.

Let your heat melt me. Let my desires flow down slowly from my thighs into the bedsheet.

My style has always been my own, just like my flow and style.

Sometimes, you want nothing more than to aimlessly scribble on paper and let the ink flow.

I stretch in the morning a lot and I do a lot of saunas and steam rooms during fashion week just to keep my blood flowing.

Energy can’t be created or destroyed, and energy flows. It must be in a direction, with some kind of internal, emotive, spiritual direction.

As long as you are breathing there is time. Don’t rush time. Let it flow how it needs to.