awakening and wanting, sleeping with an eye open

[muse]

Is there anything more delicious than sleeping in on a Sunday morning after staying up half the night on the telephone, listening to the Dangerboy’s voice get sleepier and sleepier? The closer that midnight draws, the barer our confessions become. It’s this enchanted time that draws our secrets, like fishes, from the depths of this sea. Only the

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[provoca7eur]

When he's over me, he's sky, beneath me earth and gravity, inside me the ocean. We press our hips together, make a temple of this heat. We call this religion.

this was beautiful.

[previous_girija]

earth-shattering amazing writing. words cannot describe the words you proliferate, but i do see...