“I want you to lazily kiss me in low light, soft glow of the television on, your fingers caress my jawline and find their way to the nape of my neck. Your hands run lightly through my soft, tousled curls, and feel my back arch from your touch, soft sighs into our kiss, I’ll feel you tense up, it’s alright, my love. I’ll hold you closer, let you know I am here, that you’re the pale glow of the moon, shining through the curtain, I am a distant star shining brightly, burning for you.”
— Literary Sexts, 2/14/17












