Cusp Half Full

Curious and Optimistic in Life and Love

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He’s got one of those
Leonard Cohen kind of voices,
that sounds like
whiskey and cigarettes
has roughened it
from repeated use.
But when he purrs my name,
you can hear and smell
the honey dripping
from each and every syllable.
He says the honey is me,
that I’m the reason
he tastes and smells that way,
that he can’t wait
to fill his mouth again,
as I lay before him;
and I just want to hear him
purr my name
while he’s drinking my honey.
by~sw (via ms-woodsworld)

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erospainter:

… here was a boundless sensual freedom, theirs for the taking, even blessed by the vicar—with my body I thee worship—a dirty, joyous, bare-limbed freedom, which rose in his imagination like a vast airy cathedral, ruined perhaps, roofless, fan-vaulted to the skies, where they would weightlessly drift upward in a powerful embrace and have each other, drown each other in waves of breathless, mindless ecstasy. –Ian McEwan, On Chesil Beach

erospainter:

… here was a boundless sensual freedom, theirs for the taking, even blessed by the vicar—with my body I thee worship—a dirty, joyous, bare-limbed freedom, which rose in his imagination like a vast airy cathedral, ruined perhaps, roofless, fan-vaulted to the skies, where they would weightlessly drift upward in a powerful embrace and have each other, drown each other in waves of breathless, mindless ecstasy. –Ian McEwan, On Chesil Beach

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