sierrademulder:

My body fills                 and fills                  like a tumbler
of lemonade           poured by God.               I am
a hundred light            bulbs burning             out.
I am your           favorite dessert.            I am opening
and opening          and I feel as though          I cannot
open anymore or           my legs          would surely grow
flowers                  from the back of my           knees.
I am overflowing          the bathtub.           I am spilling
spilling                              spilling                   clean.

- Sierra DeMulder

quietactions:

I know I shouldn’t feel empty,
now that you love me
but the moon still looks lonely
when it’s full.

bonerbabe:

boy moans are so nice