fuckmewithwordss:

In the morning when the grass is still moist and the morning birds have yet to sing, I lay helplessly in between her thighs, sipping on she, tracing the outline of her insides, I plunged into her earth, and set sail on her seas, I tasted her pure, as she came for me, and now as she lays asleep, here in the morning, I’m still drowning, I’m in too deep

tsunamikiss:

So many children are brought up with so many unanswered questions and so much repression and secrecy and no channels for intelligent thinking or understanding of our surroundings; then we sit back and wonder why so many people are sad, discontented, ignorant, small minded and angry.