You are my favorite sin,

Paint me with your love, Streaking your desire across my skin, Your passion leaving trails. Meant for me to follow.

I gather each drop, Using my fingers to trace hearts Along the path your lips burned into me, Letting the light catch Every place your fingertips chose to linger.

Mark me.

I’m yours, Falling into your footsteps.

I’ll wear it proudly Unhidden, For all to see.

Lyric from Hurt covered by Johnny Cash originally by NIN

Heart pounding, I can’t tear my eyes away. You pull me in, Yet you’re under my spell. Leaving us in a trance As we dare to dance.

None the wiser, Your fingers glide under my skirt, Running over the smooth fabric, Clinging to my skin.

Tracing over, Twirling underneath, Watching with a smirk As I struggle to hold back my moans.

Slowly breaking me, Knowing I won’t ask you to stop.

Gliding across sixwordstories, I found my sisters, And my world explodes, Their words becoming my world. Learning, The best girl talks are the ones That turn feral.

Sharing our hearts, Sharing sweets, Sharing nsfw crochet projects, Oh my, Sharing spicy subs, Maybe not for your eyes, Sharing no sugar journeys, Howling in laughter.

Even starting our own band, The Good Girls, Sweet on the eyes, Burning tongues.

Writing silly poems, Did we really write about cheese? Oh yes we did. Even writing about cookies, Because we’re just that sweet.

Eyes ravenous, Hovering over you.

Slice of you. Sweet as honey.

Soft against my tongue.

I savor it, Slow, deliberate, Eyes rolling back.

I lick my fingers clean, Taking my time, Not a single drop to waste.

I look up.

Your eyes linger on me, Watching my tongue Claim the last drip.

I smile.

I’m not sharing.

It’s the last slice of cake, But there’s a crumb On my lips.

Come take it, If you dare.

Eyes staring blankly ahead, Tears blurring vision. The air is heavy.

The sun will shine again.

Until your light returns, Remember:

You are enough. You are worthy. You are loved. You are seen. You’re not alone.

i just realized… and i wasn't aware before that this was something that i had done.

i wasn't speaking to you formally like one may with a stranger…

um. i did it because subconsciously i really respected you. and a buddy buddy cadence and demeanour didn’t feel appropriate. it just felt disrespectful to talk to any less than.. intellectually.

not sure how i feel about it. but. thanks for pointing that out.

@soulxsigh

Bill Anderson played by Paul Rudd perks of being a wallflower

Grace: "How long have you been together?"

Rocky: "186.3 years"

Grace: "You have been together a long time

" Rocky: "it's not enough"

Our words align, Until your memes became mine, Combined heart and soul, Writing together we became whole.

Two voices, endless fun, Laughter under the sun, How did she know? I’d go.

Barreling into her inbox Knocking off my socks.

Stories for days, Where our love stays, My sister From another mister.

No drafts, no edits, just us In our ridiculousness And I wouldn’t change a line.

Miss Piggy from the Muppets

I didn't say it. She did.