Via romance-is-dying
The Infinite Ache
"Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my unbounded desire, my uncertain road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache."
- Pablo Neruda
Blog
Facebook
My thirst, my unbounded desire, my uncertain road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache."
- Pablo Neruda
Blog
Nov 22
Nov 21
Via jjfmatsu
Via fuckmelikethat
Via finenudes
Nov 20
Via seaofsin
Via easilyled
Via easilyled
I wake to the wet of your
tongue licking me long. When
I am ready, you climb me,
your shoulders hunched above
your strained and standing arms,
your nipples hovering
like bulging alien eyes.
Later, as the cool air
glides our glistening bellies,
you ask: How many times
has it been? A thousand? More?
I tell you I don’t know, either,
and you nod motionlessly,
nesting your cheek against my chest.
Soon, your breathing slows
and deepens. You slip from me,
sliding down to the sweating sheet.
And, just before I blanket us,
I see you as you were a thousand
times ago—your legs are shy,
yet they open wide for me.
- David Meuel
Via easilyled
Via tendrescousines
Via dirtysecretary
Via dirtysecretary