
There are looks
There are looks to make love with. There are looks that leave no room for other thoughts than those of wanting and wanting to be there. There are glances that everything else no longer counts for anything
There are looks to make love with. There are looks that leave no room for other thoughts than those of wanting and wanting to be there. There are glances that everything else no longer counts for anything
A photo. A very simple photo. I want you, I want you, you are always in my head. I don’t want to ask you for anything other than a photo of you. Let me feel that you like to know that I like you. Let me feel that you have the same desire that I have you say. Let me feel that your body is looking forward to being eaten by my eyes.
She had a body abandoned to pleasure and free from any medieval prejudice. Just looking at her finally gave me the feeling that I was alive and how much that moment was worth to me.
There isn’t a single time of year for which there is no reason to celebrate with just the right pinch of madness. Enjoy the holidays, but don’t forget every single remaining day of the year.
It doesn’t matter which game you are playing. It doesn’t matter what rules you have imposed on yourself. The important thing is that there is always that pinch of unconsciousness and something sinful to discover each time together.