Primo's Place
Those eyes…and also dem boots. 

Those eyes…and also dem boots. 


All that hair…and also that ass. 

All that hair…and also that ass. 

(Source: d0penati0n)

The purpose of the spiritual path is to unmask, to take off our armor. When that happens, it feels like a crisis because it is a crisis—a fixed-identity crisis.
- Pema Chödrön

she-wears-bluevelvet:

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

she-wears-bluevelvet:

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

fairyfoolishness:

I want to make love to you. 
In smooth sheets, music playing, slowly and graceful.
I want to press my hands to the muscles of your back and discover the creases and knots and scars.
I want to remember every inch of you.
I want to fall asleep safe at your side, humming because words aren’t necessary anymore, save for your name.

I want to fuck you.
Against a wall, the neighbors complaining, frantic and powerful.
I want to drag my nails against your skin and create the bruises and welts and scars.
I want to mark every inch of you.
I want to fall asleep tangled in your limbs, breathless because I’ve used up all my words, screaming your name.

I want you.
The weight of everything you are.
And everything you could be.


Absent

longtallandcute:

You’re not here, you’re absent,
and my hand is not like yours.
It’s kind of nice on my own skin
(but not the same, of course)

I think about your breath on me
the warm tickle of hot lips.
The pressure of your body,
the grinding of your hips.

I imagine that you touch me,
eager eyes and eager tongue.
A soft laugh and a soft whisper,
“I want to watch you cum”

I squeeze myself and shudder,
I shake and cum and groan.
I’m lying here, and missing you
It’s much less fun alone.