only dead fish go with the flow

I’ll fuck you when you’re mad and you need to let off steam, I’ll fuck you when you’re craving me so badly that your head is spinning, and I’ll fuck you when I feel the need to claim you and make you remember who you’re with. I’ll make love to you when you’ve had a long hard day with school or work, when you’re sad and you need me to make you feel loved and beautiful again. I’ll channel my love into your body with my fingers and my lips and I won’t let you doubt what I feel for you.

She wraps her legs around your waist. She whispers in your ear. “Stay.” This is your cue to kiss her. Wrap your fingers in her hair; enclose them around her neck. Hard. Just hard enough to feel her pulse, the quiet beat beat beating.  She won’t always be this vulnerable, this open. Right now her trust is in the palm of your hand. This is your cue to pull her closer. Place a gentle thumb on her bottom lip and breathe. “Stay, stay, stay” she says. Tell her you will. Tell her: “okay.”

                                     and behind the mask of m a t u r i t y                                                        that you wear,                                     a pair of eyes belonging to a ( CHILD )                                          stares back at you in the mirror.

I want to be in bed with her. I’m not talking about fucking then passing out. No. She’s better than that. I’m talking about just laying next to her. Rolling over and finding my way to her body. Holding her tight protecting her from any bad dreams she has. Finding her hand in mine like an uncontrollable attraction even in our sleep. Kissing her forehead as she lays her head on my chest. Feeling her heart beat as she’s soundly asleep in my arms. Intertwining our bodies in our unconscious states. Just being connected like one. I just want to be in bed with her.

You love him?“ “Yes.” “How do you know?” “Because seeing him smile is the only thing I ever want to see, even if it’s not because of me.