Each day I am alive it is a day of celebration.
Each day is another opportunity to be myself.
I live in the wind.
I am a Blackbird on a reed.
I am the silent gray dawn - bridge between the night and day.
Yours is the waist my arm encircles.
Yours is the plump belly I draw to me.
Yours is the eyelash that flutters near.
I am a work in progress, the one you call, voice full of wine, blood pounding in our veins, hearts across the wire.
Each day I celebrate.
Each night I rejoice.
I am the silent gray dawn of November.
Never forget to love.
-ryder
(Source: disgustinghuman)
writhing bodies…with her on
makes me want to put my dick on and lay around wearing little dresses.