Favourite ASOIAF couple, unquestionably.
(Source: , via untempered--schism)
that day when the sunlight
slid through the windowpane
and dripped on our naked skin.
We lay side by side and you pressed into
my hips with your palm
and turned me under you and kissed me
slow and sweet like molasses. Tangled
five fingers in my hair, the other five
cupping my waist. A sudden snap,
a firing of synapses, a catalyzing of chemicals,
and the kiss suddenly fierce and fast and breathless;
you moved from my lips down to my
with desire as if it were possible, if two bodies were pressed tightly enough,
for one to sink into the other and disappear.
Everything elevated was reduced
and everything suppressed was released
to be remembered for a day by a scarlet mark, and
in later instances of civility,
as a drop of sunlight through a windowpane.
ruffly pink undies, a tie dye sports bra, and my huge-ass Metric tank top from like three years ago.
I AM A FASHION GODDESS
or, you know, the air conditioner is broken.
the fluctuations of her pose spat data written in
outdated programming languages
I could not read, could not code the matrices of her skinned breastbone
part-concealed by wilting laces, but
revealed in a smile always retreating like waves from wet feet.
It all shed so easily,…
ALEXIS stop with the sexy suits!! i want them all. on a man. so i can take them off of him. that is all.