Love (2)

Arriving together in rhythm, sovereign happiness, laughter, and belonging.

And we feel fucked incredibly well and thoroughly and deeply to the depths of our hearts, and filled and covered with each other's cum and love, and we smell of arrival. And we feel lucky, to our bones and blood and flesh, and soul, and we cherish it and can live it with each other, and our surroundings support it and us because they love and understand. And we love each other cleanly, and messy in the richest and most wonderful way. And in a good structure and free and fulfilling and safe and empowering!

OMG… LOVE… fucking finally and exactly like this ❤️❤️❤️!!!

I so love you!!! And trust you and us!!!

All expressions of heaven.

Arriving with each other, in rhythm, in sovereign happiness – a movement of its own.

We arrived; we remember; we remain.