#roma

For the love of mercy, I cannot walk into mediation with a swollen vagina, Cash. Please.” I smile against her thigh, rubbing my scratchy face against the softness of her skin. “Is that what I’m doing?” Innocence—fuck no. I can’t even fake that shit. ↗

— Pella Grace

#romance #love

We tangle and merge. Love and let go. No one will ever know her like I do. I’ve touched every inch of skin. I’ve explored every part of her being. I love her shy when I pull her to my hips, my lap. I love her present uncertainty for things she knows how to do so fucking good. I love her pink flushed skin all over. ↗

— Pella Grace

#romance #sexy #smut #love

I would change the way humans interpreted the word vampire, forever. ↗

— Lauren Hammond

#vampires #change

I’m tickling a traced pattern over her bare hip. She’s pretending to sleep. Her smile is an idiot. A bad secret keeper. ↗

— Pella Grace

#swoony #love

Why are you dim when your face is so fucking pretty? When your eyes are bright enough to light up my whole damn world. Why? ↗

— Pella Grace

#swoon-worthy #love

The Produce Gem grins from half-way down the chip aisle. “And I thought the cucumber choosing was detailed.” Cash. He was watching. He saw me breaking it down. He saw my invisible bad summer-time fashion choices. ↗

— Pella Grace

#romance #love

I didn’t know you were such a light-weight. I would have cut you off, Love Lump.” I make a face, digging the bottle from the couch cushions. “Light-weight? This motherfucker is gone. Light-weight. Come lay on me. I’ll slap your sweet pussy swollen. ↗

— Pella Grace

#romance #smut #love

Snatch is an ugly word,” I say. “Like it’s going to rip my dick off. Yeah—that is an ugly motherfucking word. But pussy? It just sounds soft. Cuddly. It sounds wonderful. Pussy. I love that word. ↗

— Pella Grace

#romance #smut #love

Beloved, my ears listen for you, my lips thirst for you, my eyes search for you, and darkness brings light, but light brings truth to be fed by your sight. And when the winds of Persia blew, for a moment in time, something awakened in my fertile mind; an awareness boldly standing in my view, that my heart has always, and only, bled for you. ↗

— V.S. Atbay - Epiphany A Collection of Poems

#poetry #romance #spiritual #love

That's how life is; we grow, we learn, and sometimes we change. And in every man, there is hope. ↗

— Kathryn Le Veque

#change