SAS Hotel Room by Dorota Pilor
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I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine, mine.
(via keeptruth)
I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.
Me, to you (via rarest-beauty)
This is mine.” The three words
come into my mind as if spoken,
but they’re just thoughts
that come as I raise my arm
and look at the long line of me,
hip to raised wrist, in the mirror.
It is, that line, that
hip to wrist span of my body,
my most sensitive area,
and every time he bares it
and pulls my arms above my head,
he reminds me… “This is mine.”
Into my neck, into my hair,
down that tender line of my side,
his mouth says, “This is mine.”
Circling my breasts, pressing
Into my soft belly, his mouth, his lips,
his body tells me “This is mine.
Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)
My view last week
To all my female followers, don’t let yourself be small today. Look him in the eye. Talk back. Walk confidently. Be unapologetic. Speak your mind. You’re all goddesses.