I don’t mind talking about sex or having sex
or never having sex. I don’t mind my body
or your body with mine. I don’t mind
your sweaty palms, your chapped lips,
your dirty tongue. I don’t mind
your noisy music, your crappy poetry,
your soiled shoes and ugly handwriting.
I don’t mind 2ams and late night
phone calls, stolen kisses and white lies.
I don’t mind your half-eaten donut,
frozen teabags and sticky hair.
I want your toothbrush’s head
leaning towards mine. I want
your 4am back massage.
Cup my breasts and don’t say
they’re small. I already know that.
Kiss me once and kiss me more.
Pretend what we’re doing is illegal.
It’s always good to be caught
with our mouths tied together
like handcuffs. Dry your cheeks
and make me bleed.
Crave me. "
Victorian. Ariania (Air-ree-ahn-ee-uh) Pristine, Porcelain.
What the fuck happened to the traditional names that you didn’t necessarily need to spell out ten times before someone got it?
Don’t get me wrong, there’s a lot of modern names that I really like and everything, but some of them just get under my skin. Like, that poor child has to go on the rest of his/her life with the name of a substance a toilet is made out of. Or an era of time, or just some traditional name with a weird add-on that doesn’t at all work easily when you try to say it fast.
I guess that’s what nicknames are for.