Well, I’m In The Need Pronto Of Being Sealed Into Heaven. Do My Own Fingers Count? Lol.

Because we are. Two hearts beat together.

I don’t want to be anywhere.

Tucked away with you.

Worship with me.

when you've found your person, it's not just lust you feel. it's something deeper, something beyond the simple craving for physical intimacy that you once knew. it's an endless yearning, a desire to merge your very essence with theirs. you want to feel every inch of their being, to have their skin, flesh, and bones intertwined with yours. you want to lose yourself in the abyss of your lover's eyes. physical touch becomes almost inadequate, yet it's the closest you come to the divine pleasure of becoming one. it's not lust. it's worship.

My heart. Thump, thump, thump.

Hanne Garthe - Deux en Un, 1977

Coral crush.

Meow means, “Hello, I like you.”

Spoon me.

Cross your fingers.