Dirty Pretty Things, Michael Faudet
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Michael Faudet

Dirty Pretty Things

Polina Karpova
Polina Karpovahas quoted3 years ago
I love to trace your pretty lips with my fingers,
and imagine them going down on me.
owlsblgnd
owlsblgndhas quoted3 years ago
Have you ever loved a rose,
and bled against her thorns;
and swear each night to let her go,
then love her more by dawn.
Demi Parker
Demi Parkerhas quoted3 years ago
Kisses dream of lips like yours
Violet
Violethas quoted3 years ago
Think of me as an uncharted map. I want your hands to explore every single city, town, and village.
Victoria Muriithi
Victoria Muriithihas quoted7 months ago
Have you ever loved a rose,

and bled against her thorns;

and swear each night to let her go,

then love her more by dawn.
Mahlah Rhoden
Mahlah Rhodenhas quoted3 years ago
What I find incredibly sexy? Kindness.
Mary Acosta
Mary Acostahas quoted3 years ago
For every action we make, there is a reaction.
Polina Karpova
Polina Karpovahas quoted3 years ago
I never understood desire
until I felt your hands
around my throat.
Polina Karpova
Polina Karpovahas quoted3 years ago
candle wax dripping,
teeth biting lips.
Violet
Violethas quoted3 years ago
She was the kind of girl
who loved to stretch out
under the sheets,
eating chocolate,
reading books,
and fucking on
rainy afternoons.
Violet
Violethas quoted3 years ago
Take nothing for granted. Even a rock will eventually surrender
to the sea and love can slip away like sand through fingers.
Isapuilai
Isapuilaihas quoted3 months ago
Have you ever loved a rose,
and bled against her thorns;
and swear each night to let her go,
then love her more by dawn.
—Lang Leav
adjapkg
adjapkghas quotedlast year
Spring
She wore the scent
of early spring
on her delicate neck
and every kiss I stole
tasted of bright yellow flowers
and buzzing bees.
Saifu
Saifuhas quotedlast year
Why are you crying?”
“I think I’ve just found the love of my life,” she replied.
Llia
Lliahas quoted2 years ago
I write because you exist.
Sadeeoverton
Sadeeovertonhas quoted3 years ago
She drifted off into a sleep that danced a dangerous pirouette with death.
catalina creel
catalina creelhas quoted3 years ago
Away from You
I think of thoughts
that cannot be,
b4615601622
b4615601622has quoted3 years ago
Madness lives
inside your head,
of poems lost,
and pages dead.
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b1332102749has quoted3 years ago
Put your hands on my knees, she said, and think of me as a book you’ve been dying to read.
Violet
Violethas quoted3 years ago
to be undressed by a word,
write me more
write me more—
make me yours.
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