Come when it’s quiet
I like your way of moving
Slip into my stillness
Silence me
Speak in tongues
Anoint the air between us
Dance to a skinsong
Cover me
~Trudi Paraha - http://righteousbabe.tumblr.com/post...
For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking... - http://righteousbabe.tumblr.com/post...
People are supposed to fuck. It is our main purpose in life, and all those other activities—playing the trumpet, vacuuming carpets, reading mystery novels, eating chocolate mousse—are just ways of passing the time until you can fuck again.
— Cynthia Heimel - http://righteousbabe.tumblr.com/post...
I lie
before you soaked
in white orchid, its redolence
assails like devil’s fire. And when
you sheathe my body
with your flame, I get drunk
from the blood of you,
the flesh of you.
Then, when the new moon mounts
black sky, I inhale your breath
and pray to you:
Swallow me alive.
J.B. Bernstein - http://righteousbabe.tumblr.com/post...