Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir
If you keep liking my posts I’ll have to come over and talk you through it.
🔥🖤
She was still catching her breath when he pulled her hips up, hands rough, grip firm.
“You really thought I was done with you?” he growled against her shoulder, voice low and dark. “After how sweet you tasted?”
She moaned, face pressed to the sheets as he lined himself up behind her—still dripping, still shaking.
"All these days without you still contain you."
—Edward Lee
the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.
Got nuked… @masterworking-my-life-my-loves was my former. M, 51. Potentially NSFW… MDNI. No age in bio = no interaction, no exceptions.
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