The pains of true love reside at the heart of our existence; they catch hold of our most vulnerable point, rooting themselves deeper than the root of any other pain, and branching to every part of our bodies and our lives. For the hopelessly in love, the pain can be triggered by anything, whether as profound as the death of a father or as mundane as the piece of bad luck, like losing a key; such elemental pain can be flamed by any sort of spark. People whose lives have, like mine, been turned upside down by love can become convinced that all other problems will be resolved once the pain of love is gone, but in ignoring these problems they only allow them to fester.
1:59 am • 18 October 2011 • 18 notes
Do you see this? This is what you do to me. Now, get down on your knees and lap it up like a good puppy.
12:28 pm • 17 October 2011
I love reining you in….a tug here….a tightening of the leash there…As I watch your eyes flare and widen…. your nostrils twitch, smelling my desire. your lips part,silently beseeching and begging for a taste. And with a dark smile, I only yank harder.
12:25 pm • 17 October 2011
Aye my love….just like that….hurry….hurry.
12:16 pm • 17 October 2011
“We are not so different, this candle and I” she said. “We both glow and burn and melt when the spark lights us.”
5:05 am • 17 October 2011