The vulnerability honesty births is sometimes so hard to endure. Being your true self with someone is a thing of courage. Here I am giving you everything, opening up, standing naked before you, showing you my soul, even the parts I am not comfortable with, the parts I hate, and the parts of me I keep hidden. I am sharing with you my precious beliefs, the foundation on which my life is built, standing here with your eyes fixed on me, no defense against any cut or burn. Yet vulnerability is the only way a relationship can grow for love demands depth and a true knowledge of what it loves.

    e.v.e.

    writer-of-madness

    “When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.”

    — (via sexual-feelings)

    veryvixenwife

    Absolutely