LITERARY SEXTS PDF

I wanted to wrap his innocence in my hands and kiss corruption down his neck. There is more than just chemistry when you kiss me, becoming unstable, I break apart, only to be put back together again by your fingers stroking gently and the sharp graze of your teeth. Sext: Your veins are winding roads my trembling fingers itch to traverse in the dark, with no map but each breath to guide us. Sext: I wanted to write you something memorable but you ripped the words from between my teeth and set my lungs on fire.

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I wanted to wrap his innocence in my hands and kiss corruption down his neck. There is more than just chemistry when you kiss me, becoming unstable, I break apart, only to be put back together again by your fingers stroking gently and the sharp graze of your teeth.

Sext: Your veins are winding roads my trembling fingers itch to traverse in the dark, with no map but each breath to guide us. Sext: I wanted to write you something memorable but you ripped the words from between my teeth and set my lungs on fire. Now the only poetry left is your name. Sext: Your fingers play at my hipbones like out of tune violin strings, uncoordinated and sharp but hauntingly gorgeous.

I am reminded that we are too reckless to be art. Sext: My lips are guarded with one thousand deadbolts for my own protection but I left them all wide open tonight hoping you would drop by. Sext: The soft place beneath your chin tastes like acceptance. A quiet yet powerful resignation that no, this will not be the last time like my feet intended when they brought me to your door. Via herloveisbetterthanchocolate. Daydreaming of running my fingers down your spine as if you were my favorite book.

I want torn pages and I want smudged words. Log in Sign up. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again. I want you next to me, in my bed, your clothes making friends with my floor. Love me hard enough so we wake up the neighbors. The gentle friction of your hand on my thigh is enough to strike a match inside me.

I lean into your lips and the fire blossoms and spreads. You say my name and it comes out like a dark confession.

Our mouths swing open like doors. Our mouths open and we spill into each other, like wine. I am fragile and unholy. Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people. Send me a picture of that empty space on the couch beside you.

Say this is yours; this loneliness for love when the sun is off dreaming. Tell me you can see the ghost of me curling up, wrapping myself around your warmth.

Tell me this is how the sky must feel when she meets the horizon. This is how it feels to come home. My hands were made for this. I want to know your dirty little secrets. Tell me how you got here. From the chronicles of your childhood through your fucked up adolescence, I want to know about your scars.

I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. I want to make the thunder jealous. I have both but I can't seem to remember this one literary sexts sexts sext lit credit added! When is a monster not a monster?

Oh, when you love it. You never really belonged to me. But in this moment with my heart on my sleeve and my clothes on the floor I can pretend that you did. I dreamt last night of your teeth on my skin.

And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people. Our bodies becomes battlefields and we make love like this is war.

Anita Ofokansi literary sexts sext love sex war. All my other seasons I spend facing her. Steve Brightman, from Literary Sexts. During the day, Treat me like expensive China, Put me behind glass and Show me off to your friends Like a housewife at a garden party. But when the night engulfs us, Take me off the shelf, I want to become Your favourite meal.

My tongue collides with your collarbone like a meteor careening across the cosmos, and I taste the stars you are made of.

Literary sexts words dance sext sext poetry spilled ink ashe vernon. Chemistry There is more than just chemistry when you kiss me, becoming unstable, I break apart, only to be put back together again by your fingers stroking gently and the sharp graze of your teeth. I want that tough, throw me round the ring love. The necks with bruises and the swollen lips; the play-wrestling that leads to heat-inducing caress.

Literary sexts vol. Sext: Drinking wine. Sext: I melted for you first. Sext: With you, everyone else is just background noise. I hold your words between my teeth and the taste fills my throat. Sext: Come here right now. My mouth is so full of missing you that I have forgotten what shame is.

To hell with every barrier between us. I am starving for your touch, And it has been too long since I tasted the stars you keep locked between your teeth. Your palms are littered with stardust Touch me Let it it burn and rush throughout my skin Your eyes are galaxies-breath taking And I swear I saw stars there Let me become lost there Gasping for air Let me be the ocean.

You be the ship. Gasping for air Drown in me Go down in me. Literary Sexts Via herloveisbetterthanchocolate. We call this bravery. We commit sins in holy places, fold ourselves between pews like dirty pictures tucked into a bible.

We were in heaven. On second thought, your hands would never be allowed there. We were somewhere like heaven. Cloud Nine or a dream. Body heat and blood pumping. I gave in. I caved. I collapsed. I craved you. You and your knowing smirk and your side glances. No one knew the heat between us. No one knew that under the clouds was a different kind of heaven. An Overdramatized Autobiography 4. Turn the key in the ignition, by which I mean, get your lips on mine and press your fingertips into my waist.

Then let me tell you how I dream about your body heat whenever the nights get a little too cold and how I am nothing but flushed cheeks and strawberry wine for blood at the thought of getting under your hands. I want you to touch me so I never have to daydream again. I want to protect you and worship you. A force of nature, more storm than girl. Take shelter. Love me if you dare. You can be my beautiful disaster. Anita Ofokansi poetry quotes literary sexts. You are laying beside me and my hand is splayed like a starfish across your chest.

I can feel the ocean in my fingertips. My hands are nomads, my dear desert. May they never find rest. Emily Jeffries literary sexts.

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