I’ll never forget
The first time
You revealed yourself to me
How you took off your bra
And smiled
You lay on your back
And the moonlight shone
Over the arch
Of your hips
I felt something
I hadn’t felt
In my twenty-two years
I kissed you
Not just on the lips
But everywhere
Your stomach
The backs of your legs
Your ankles
And I loved you
That night
I kissed at your thighs
And the beauty
Until you screamed
You screamed for me
Not to stop
You screamed
My name
You screamed
That you loved me
As you came.
- Poetry - wineandtobacco (via wineandtobacco)

(via notpromisedatomorrow)


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Bas Jan Ader, I’m too sad to tell you, 1971.
She dreamed about escaping. That was all she dreamed about — escape.
- Paris, Texas (1984)   (via idyllick)

(Source: larmoyante, via idyllick)


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