Summer is a gentleman: slowly warming the earth at length before undressing her in the fall.

You're such a sweet catastrophe you dance disastrously on my mind, distracting me with beautiful texts to crash into each other's lives.

Wrap your legs around my legs and we'll spread our roots beneath the sheets.

When you behold a guru in action, passion grabs a hold of your spine and begins a kind of erotic pole dance and strip tease upon it, revealing more and more of itself in you, until you too become fully aroused. . . . to live.

In love madly,traveling though thelife-raft's unravelingin a beautiful tragedy,but gladly i'm stillpaddling throughthe oceanof youranatomy.