May 2012
“I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?”
– ~ Jess C. Scott, Wicked Lovely (via her-little-boudoir)
supprosetry:
Take my words as you would take me. Devour me until the last letters cling in a chain down the side of your mouth, overflowing. An orgasmic jumble of nonsense as you feel my verbs and nouns and adjectives warm your belly. Your mind, dizzy as the participles, dangling, ignite and dance with your thoughts. You are wet with linguistic pleasure.
