lundi 5 décembre 2011

YOU are beautiful like demolition. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, your hot breath on my neck. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration. It’s you and me in this room, in this time. Beyond life. Everything we do is an example of spontaneity. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster.