(via erotic-nonfiction)
Let ‘em know.
Sensitive.
My nails are sharp and I’m thinking about you. I want to drag them across your skin, leave red trails to mark where I’ve been. I want to pinch you. Hard. Crescent moon indents on your hips from my grip. I want to make sharp little bites across your collar bone, I want to make you yelp. I want your skin to remember me, baby. I want to hurt you enough that it surprises you. Your nervous laugh makes my heart thump. You’re so pretty and so polite, I want to ruin you, just a bit. Would you forget your manners if I sunk my claws into your thighs, would you forget your composure if I brought tears to your eyes? I’ll brush them away with my fingertips. Let me whisper it sweetly, let me pry you open with my words. Baby, let down your guard for me.
Lowell Blair Nesbitt(1933-1993), Blue Iris on Grey
Zig a zag ah.
Heart & Piper - Photo by Guy New York
(To see more photos from this weekend click here)
(via lechatboheme)
Where the wild things are.
Never forget.
Love shakes my heart.
Kitten, Heart & Ms.O
Photo by Mr. J
Sapphic Slumber Party

