The red light burns
If it were only about coming, how could we ever let ourselves go?
We can do whatever we want. We can order our way through the entire menu. We can pretend we're getting married and try on dresses in a bridal shop. We can buy a whole cake and eat it in the hotel bed without cutting it into pieces first. We can order room service and open the door with face masks still on. We can raid a costume rental and show ourselves outside or take pictures inside. We can drive out to where we're alone and scream until our throats hurt. We can go drink the best hot chocolate in the city. We could shower together until we get dizzy. We could draw the curtains even though the sun is shining outside. We could paint each other and look very closely.
I book us a room. You don't need to plan or organize anything. The temperature is right and the light is dimmed. There is a scent in the air that will later remind you of us. Your temperament is right and your wit makes me laugh. I read your bite as a sign of love and live it as a rush of passion. Your warm tears run down my thighs. It is my heart that pumps blood into your lap.
I cover your body with kisses and suck on your feet. I slide my tongue into your ear and shape it into a whisper. I anoint your body with hot oil and fuck you with rose quartz. I dip your head underwater and let pearls disappear into your lap.
Girls just wanna have some
At dinner. Straight in the bathtub? Held by your own womb. Breath on skin. Hair that curls. Forehead kisses and french kisses. Getting space and having choice. Letting go of decisions, keeping secrets. Exchanging juices, sharing oranges. Slowness and darkness. Drinking champagne in the spotlight. Throwing punches and being spanked. Letting go and kneeling down. Watching silly movies and reading smart books. Living multiple lives. Primitive. Intuitive. Instinctive. Driving fast cars, chewing diamonds. Eating with bare hands. Swallowing dildos, trembling under vibrators. Starting with dessert. Gaining attention. Sleeping well. Taking care of each other.
Let us focus on the beautiful as if it were the only
Let us look away to see more clearly
Women give women flowers. A bouquet of flowers is full of beauty. It's the embodiment of appreciation — in both directions. Appreciation for the person who receives it, and appreciation from that person for the flowers. Cut flowers are a luxury, their value demands to be appreciated. They are separated from earth to just briefly live on, unbound. But before life is taken from them completely, they get to take the stage once more. Bound into a bouquet. In the best company with their most beautiful peers, beneath the glowing eyes of a beautiful person — who keeps them standing even when the first blooms have long let their heads droop. These people deserve the luxury of a bouquet of flowers at any time and for no reason. So that beauty finds beauty.
Now it's your turn
It's all here, everything you need to know. Write to me. You are not too much.