Marcel Proust, from a letter to Antoine Bibesco featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust

Empress Jitō, from a poem titled "The Empress's Song," featured in Japanese Women Poets: An Anthology

[Text ID: For a taste of your neck I would / burn my tongue]

Like let me sit your lap with your hands on my waist while I talk your ear off about something stupid that I just feel like telling you about. Let me play with your hands. Let me run my nails along your muscles to relax you. Lay your head in my lap while I scratch your head so you can fall asleep. Let’s cuddle while we watch tv at night in a dim lounge room with only the soft light of a lamp. Let me brush your hair and play with it. Let me literally just exist in your space.

“yes, seeing you in everything i love.”