I dream in colors and hues and when you touch me, I dream in shades of you. Your fingers on my chest is a clear sky blue. Your tongue in my ear is a deep maroon. Your hand creeping up my thigh is the fiery red of something new. Your morning eyes greeting me are the grey blankness of morning dew. Your hand on my stomach, the silent pink of a womb. Your goodbye kisses, the tangible blackness of a tomb. Go ahead and touch me. I want to be colored in by you.
Shades of You | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.
White Oleander (Janet Fitch)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via wordsthat-speak)
He who has the Beloved in his heart,
He is fulfilled with his Love.
No need he has for formality,
He just enjoys his ecstasy.
Bulle Shah (via k5abi)