The Musk

Kissing dust
The one i trust
i never showed you
the mess of us
how when you lean
we  scatter
Sherbet Kisses
  air
 this mirage
says harps just dont care
Though hands are thick and locked like chains
Find me in the arc near your shadow
Preparing the tedium
Of your tomorrow
Wiping windows
sprawled out on desk
an itching flesh
It needs caressing
Kissing
Kissing
Kissing dust
This self i love
this you
i trust
for fingers do not
own the musk.

CRUSHES: the number 1 moment we fantasize about: Que Showreel

The most fantasized moment despite all illusions is not the sex, or even the Earthshattering, deeply moving, intense conversations. It is infact....the kissing. Have you ever accidentally watched your crushes mouth move and thought about how puuuuuuurfect their lips would be up against yours. Peach soft, tender, infact in our minds no crush has dry lips have you noticed. We imagine the movement of the kiss, slow and rhythmic, or rough and hungry. 'I am sooooo a hopeless romantic!!"  So for a breakfast special red ebony is giving it sweet and giving it loud. I found this on youtube....it's absolutely delicious, i had to share the love.