my blog is great but have u seen my ass
Oh the gut, you too may die because of, and through it.
my favorite on chopped is watching the contempt of vegans when they have to cook meat
To be patient.
Not in vain.
But in honor.
Of a bigger something
that hasn’t been named.
To feel it like the beds
of finger tips
rolling up your spine
as a mouth lands
on that perfect spot of your neck;
closest to your pulse beating up your throat.
Resting, caught in a perfect tide with the one it senses on the
of the inside
of the skin against yours.
the way you feel the earth
when you lay in it, when
you’re able to grasp it between your hands in fistfuls
while it slips through them
get into my eyes.
Let me submerge myself in you
until you fill
Until you ooze out of me as I finally lay down to rest from you.
The makings of a person are a beautiful thing to be covered in.