No stress. Just keep sticking it to failure until you give birth to success.
Make love to her mind but don’t leave her mindfucked.
i have a fatal attraction to your mismatched fragments & your meaningless tangents seem to mean the world to me.
Your jagged edges always surrender to the soft lines in the face of my poetry.
She’s a tornado in a tank top leaving wreckage in her wake.
Her eyes are planets whose subjects aren’t subject to the laws of gravity.