Nothing more amazing than childbirth, menstruation
or the natural lubrication
aside a good imagination
or some waistline denim friction
paired with the pheromones in kissing
because of pure saliva mixing.
Its simply all in the addition of
attracting xs and ys
between tempered breaths
and desperate sighs,
hidden in the tethered truths;
sleeping with acknowledged lies.
Somebody famous said somewhere in time,
"its all been done," and "not everybody lives, but everybody dies."
Pigmentation, height, demographics, size,
religion and favorite flavors aside,
every woman at some point, customized,
gets a little damp between the thighs.
seriously the amount of time I spend just imagining and re-imagining totally made-up scenarios in my head has got to be unhealthy
had to borrow this thought
borrowed again… from my other blog
bubbles in the water, bubbles in the glass, relaxed
book in my hands, skin underwater,
just when I thought I could get no further
I don’t want to be the person who crushes your dreams;
gets tough with the themes,
snapping you into reality.
I want to be the being
who believes in your being,
brings you your wings,
and teaches you to fly.
New poem! This was inspired by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s, The Little Prince. Hope you like it! xo Lang
Love love love The Little Prince, this poem is amazing.
(Source: facebook.com, via lovequotesrus)
searching for myself, wonder if it’s all a trick. if that should does exist, then why doesn’t goodness naturally exist?