𝓐𝓎𝒶

❀ 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝒚𝒆𝒔: 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒔, 𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒄𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐: 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒓, 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒆, 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

Light dazzles behind my eyelids. Pulsing, swaying orbs of iridescent light beckoning me out of my sleep. I hold my place. Stubborn, resistant. I’m not ready to wake up. The night’s events left echoes here. My body aches deep and real. The heaviness of his body still shrouds my naked form. Kiss swollen lips, tired limbs. I’m left helpless and obedient. My favorite. His favorite. Here in this bed. My throat begs me for water, but I am rendered frozen. Paralyzed still from the ecstasy. I try to say his name. Soundless whisper. His name is always my prayer that I give again and again and again. Like a sinner desperate to be blessed by holy water, I beg for him. His touch, his taste, his seed. Desperately needing him to consume me, inhale me, become me. Even as the light brightens against my eyelids, I am aware of his presence, his legs tangled in my jelly ones. The thought alone has my stomach rippling with need and now my eyes are open. I’m so thirsty. Hoarse even. I sang my praise to him until oxygen no longer knew me. Yet here I am, reaching for him with tired limbs, desperate to have him once more. He stirs, smiles and opens his eyes to look at me. Immediately, we’re entangled in each other’s presence again. This is love. We are love. He is mine. I am his. Forever. 

the sun, waves, my guy—a few of my favorite things.

made for these streets 🤎🧸🧋

with love

longing for him

always sends me pics even tho he hates it 🤍

wish my boyfriend was here 🦢🍃

missing this view fiercely

enjoying every moment with him 🤍

cherishing these days 🖤⚜️

oh and the guys were there too

my baby’s here ❤️🤍💙