I crave silver lined lips
moonlight inspired kisses
summer nights walking down the middle of a quiet street
deep healing conversations
My pulse is big and I love hard
taking big, juicy bites out of life
I choose to ravish my existence in the world
throwing her against the wall
as I kiss and suck her neck
I write my everything
sure, I don’t share it all
It’s both entertaining and infuriating to me how much issue most men take with women using their bodies however they damn please.
I’ve never been one to follow the expected path in life.
I don’t fit well into other people’s molds, and often challenge their understanding or previously perceived notions of how to go about life.
People find a lot of discomfort in the mystery.
I know I do, but I’ve learned to trust it — and sometimes, I even love it.
The unknown can be a frightening place to be, especially when humans these days have such an addiction to clarity.
What are you tolerating?
My belief is that women often have the tendency to tolerate, generally speaking.
Women are patient creatures.
It’s not about the shoes you wear
or the way you do your hair.
Whether you walk with a swagger
or stumble through life.