Remember the men and women that sacrificed everything so you could have your Barbeque or family get together this weekend.
June 25, 1996… For over 18 hours I imagined myself as this girl. Not knowing if my spouse was dead or alive. Not knowing if I would be a widow at 23. Not knowing what my future would hold.
There are so many times during my life I have reflected about that day those hours. How things could be so different today if even one thing had not transpired the way it had.
it’s a reflection we should all make and remember
23 minutes 42 seconds…
There are
8,736 hours
in
a year,
and I
don’t need
so much
of yours…
give me just
23 minutes
and
42 seconds…
just that.
In that time
I could make
love to you,
hard… and
hold you
gentle… and
still have time
to write
this poem.
yes. is my answer. when asking myself the question if he and i can no longer find the time, what little we have when we do, every few months, could i see him once a year? would i see him once a year? yes. simply, yes.
Cursive…
I want to fuck
you in cursive,
sloppy curved
swirls with
sudden hard
breaks and
brutal punctation…
I want to trace
your breasts
in my own
handwriting.
I want to
fill the pages
between your
trembling thighs
with fluid words…
Let me make
you my best
and dirtiest
poem.
tarnishedsoul is one of a handful of tumblrs whose prose i devour when they hit my dashboard. beautifulstranger, msexplorer, johnsmith67 & jake501 round out the top 5
his are the first kisses that have left me feeling like this. they don’t quench the desire instead i thirst for more.
(Source: spicyrunnergirl)
i always reblog this picture for it’s simple erotic beauty. it conveys so much in just this pose and evokes many, many thoughts in my mind. all involving him of course.
(Source: nichotina)
Confession #12: It’s nice have smooth lips… and I’m not referring to the set on my face. :P
-Lady Erotic
*giggle* i totally agree. the surf shop down the road is where you’ll find me every six weeks or so…
Hafez (via man-of-prose)
often i feel as if we have known one another for a very long time. i forget that no, in fact we haven’t. at all. and then he says something to bring me back to reality, unintentional i am sure but crashing back i return nonetheless. he is my friend and that in of itself is a lovely thing indeed.
