Straight Boys: Why are all the hot girls lesbian? Lesbians: Why are all the hot girls straight? Straight Girls: Why are all the hot guys gay? Gay Guys: Why are all the hot guys straight? Bisexuals: WHY ARE ALL THE HOT PEOPLE TAKEN? Pansexuals: Everyone is hot. What do i do? Asexuals: What.
“Who’s the lucky guy?” someone asks “Their name’s Bea,” I reply “I support that,” they hesitate “You are so brave.” they add
I never saw their lips as a political statement Nor did I think holding hands in the front seat while a friend is puking by the side of the road Was some kind of revolution
How romantic is it That our story will be etched Not in some Neruda poetry book But a professor’s first textbook Or a college student’s 2 am essay
When I said I was in love You thought it meant I was hungry Not for touch or for pleasure But for justice and freedom I didn’t know that When I run my fingers down her neck It would be tied to a long Twitter thread
I never saw my love as a battleground A metaphysical exploration of sexuality What’s Marxist about the way their eyes disappear when they smile? What’s so intersectional about Our entanglement at the back seat Or our hands holding in front
I never thought I would be so brave At my most fragile state So political In my most dumbstruck ways So woke When I’m asleep in her embrace
What it feels like to be in a queer relationship. Your whole relationship becomes a political discussion. And while I love a discussion, sometimes I just want to love.
I am often told that love will leave me breathless, But I hope I never know a love so greedy as to steal the air from my chest, For I have memories of a time when my body was oxygen starved And my lungs unable to draw in breath, Bogged down under soupy pneumonia that clung to my innards With vice-like, snotty grips. My mind is sometimes lost in the sensation of frantically Drawing air inward, ******* it into my chest with great gasps that never alleviated the burning of my lungs Or the way pins and needles tingled down my limbs. My brain cells were consumed with desire to force O2 to bind with the red blood cells churning in my veins. The air surrounding me was dense with particles that refused to aid my survival, No matter how much effort I exerted to the contrary. Sweat dripped off my too thin form and pallid skin As I drowned slowly from the inside out in a room full of doctors Until they finally placed the tube back into my throat to breathe for me. The pain receded as oxygen raced back into my cells, And I marveled for a moment at the fact that I could not feel myself breathing, Couldn't feel the rise or fall of my chest. The mark of my vitality was absent, And yet, I was very much alive. I remember what it was to be truly breathless, The blind panic that seized me before finally giving way to a wish for death. It's because of this I hope love never empties my lungs. I want a love that makes breathing feel safe and exciting, A love that feels so gloriously alive that I am acutely aware of my chest rising. Love should always make breathing feel like both a right and a privilege. It is a privilege to love her and be in her presence. But I hope she never leaves me breathless.
Pin me down And show me bad things I can do to you later on I never been made love to someone Who was ****** In their dingy Smoke stained apartment Our love nest I actual Scream god is great When you give me loving In ****** Make love to me until I Have my essence flows Let’s get dirtier then your Walls Lap me up As you give me special kisses Make sweetly love to me
Your force me On the bed I can feel that adrenaline And tension of pleasure Washing over me As you Do your ***** lap dance You caress my my ******* Until the fall out As you dance you kiss me Touching me in places That I wanted to know existed Make love to me as you dance On me I want to feel more of you chubby And sensual loving Kisses and that bad touch. I want more.
Through me on the bed Kiss me wherever They hell you want Even though it’s The holy month Make me feel like I am in Paradise with kisses ,your in pure touch And tounge Please me And will be putty in your hands As you love me please Making me make Me moan and beg As loudly As kiss me in places I never knew Existed As I do the same for you Sweetnesses I am your subby Loving pierced goddess Kiss me gently and tenderly But yet passionately I wonder your taste
Trauma We bond over We fall in love with eachother Attracted to eachother You sealed it with a kiss on the mouth And then on My lower lips You kiss I know I have meet some genuine I want you to be with me As we make love You made feel Both emotional and psychological Sensation when you Just with a flick of the tounge I moan in actual love It’s almost tantric Your Loving touch You say moan hard Louder And I do Love me as we you Sweetly dominate Me
Our eyes smiling at each other As we hold eachother We smile at each Holding hands I rub my hand on your Buddha belly As if it were a magic lamp We finally kiss Not just dominate and submissive But as also Lovers I can see the same pain in your eyes the Pain I dealt with all my life As we make love Kiss me you say and we share a Final kiss for the night Tasting teachothers desire In our breath It’s sweet like Cake Show me how to love In different ways That I did not know