we are the raging portrait of lust, tangled in a mess of sensation, kaleidoscope of color and melodies of sanction--
we hum with ancient urges and vibrations.
fingers and hard planes, bodies like constellations, lips that are stained in stardust--
flying comets, gravity is our force.
we can't deny physics, we can't change our course.
worship, cherish, release. over and over. til i hear nothing but your name emanating from my throat, enthralled.
darling, love is luminescent
and we are its very stars.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
we are the raging portrait of lust, tangled in a mess of sensation, kaleidoscope of color and melodies of sanction--
we hum with ancient urges and vibrations.
fingers and hard planes, bodies like constellations, lips that are stained in stardust--
flying comets, gravity is our force.
we can't deny physics, we can't change our course.
worship, cherish, release. over and over. til i hear nothing but your name emanating from my throat, enthralled.
darling, love is luminescent
and we are its very stars.
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