A shaky silence rattling through 
the open window, leaving traces of the day
scattered aimlessly around the room.

You are sleeping in my bed.
It makes me happy.
And the feeling is foreign, 
snaking up my stomach 
through my ribcage
and up into my throat

I wonder what it’s like to be 
perpetually in bliss

I imagine it’d be a lot like this

With the wind in my hair
your fingers in my hand
I feel unhinged, unleashed
and I let out a howl from your car window

It’s likely to wake the neighbors, I know
and they’ll stir in their sheets in a ragged half-sleep
And the lovers toss and turn in their skins
aching for release, 
always aching
always needing
that physical burn that calls a raspy noise from their throats

animalistic, growling

howling at the moon until our throats are ragged 

swiftbeat:

(by A.Moltini)





You have this kind of pull, like gravity. I’m so lucky that I fell into your orbit.


red-lipstick:

Adara aka Adara Sánchez Anguiano (b. 1987, Sevilla, Spain) - Perteneciente O Relativo Al Ciclo, 2010     Paintings