Making love with you is like drinking sea water. The more I drink the thirstier I become, until nothing can shake my thirst but to drink the entire sea. ~Kenneth Rexroth
Speak, hands, for me!
” I give myself to you: My hunger, yours; my body, yours to consume; my lips, my mouth, my teeth, yours to put where you want them; my hair, my flesh, yours to cut, to tie, to pull, to enter; my every thought, yours to turn into words, yours to ink on your skin; yours… the length of me is yours to do with as you please.”