Addicted to you,
My body craves your touch,
Like a junkie needs his drugs.I’ve tasted you,
And I cannot get enough,
Like an addict out of drugs.Addicted to you,
I’m drinking up your love,
Like an overdosing drunk.I’ve tasted you,
Your mind is just too much,
Its flavor has me high,
I’m one amongst the skies…I’m addicted to you,
But it’s more than alright.I’ve tasted you,
Your heart and your mind…I’ve tasted my addiction,
And now I can die.
I want cuddles that turn into sex, sex that turns into cuddles, and cuddles that turn into a nap.
Text from my girlfriend. We love naps. And sex. And cuddles. (via polyintheburbs)
Girlfriend
*happy dance*
Labeled…. makes me feel better. More confident about my feelings im on cloud 9 i wont lie
Me being polyamorous does not mean that you get to treat me like a prostitute. I do not exist for the sole purpose of fulfilling some fantasy.
Whoa
Some people say things that send my mind on a spiral ……. melt me.. drop me to my knees
“I want you (my name)”
Bought and wearing 💓
Loving you terrified me.
When your touch reached my skin and it shot through my entire body, when your lips pressed against mine and my heart jumped, when you looked into my eyes,
it terrified me.
Because all good things have to end.
And knowing that there is an end to all of those things, to that feeling of loving you,
that terrified me.
v.m (via writingboutyou)
Perpetual Commotion 