music helps me feel my blood flowing it brings back my life when I'm frostbitten
the lyrics I hear makes my heartbeat makes my breath low makes my love fly I wish I could be like that all the time because when the tune dies all I hear is my head go "where is your love for him? did it die too, darling?"
strewn atop her neatly made bed decorated with satin sheets and silk pillows, some dainty rose petals..... a green bottle of bubbly by the bed side the highlight of the night.... that slinky ‘coco de mer’ lingerie her secret weapon..... as she tucks away her pleasure toy a smile of relief descends.....
Whoever needs to hear it: abuse is abuse no matter what kind. Physical, mental, verbal, ******, none of it is OK. It will never be OK. Whoever needs to hear it: men, women, non binary, however you identify yourself, just because you "can take it" doesn't mean you should have to. Whoever needs to hear it: you didn't do anything to deserve it. Whoever needs to hear it: you have nothing to be ashamed of. It's OK to ask for help. And Whoever needs to hear it: you matter.
I've walked and savoured Seen the magic and ate the food Sight and hearing may deceive But taste, fragrance and touch Directly speaks and to you alone And by same measure I know The liars, the blind, and the fools For their fruits are without taste Even as plastic fruits are for eyes only