feet in the air and head on the ground

When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.

Woow this is so cool

you’re smoking weed with the person you’ve been falling in love with. they hand you the blunt, and as you take a drag the two of you make eye contact. without looking away your crush grabs the blunt from you, takes a hit and pulls you into their lap. they kiss you, smoke blowing into your mouth from theirs. you sit for a second in shock before kissing them back. your limbs intertwine with theirs. all you feel is touch and lips and a peaceful lightheadedness. your souls leave your bodies. they fall in love. or something like that anyway.