Why I love… In the mood for love
“This lyrical beauty, almost archaic.”
I am listening to you. And I am agreeing.
“The sway of the hips, the look. Where does it happen except in this magical, fictional space?”
The intense deliberation. Each look towards and away.
Each inhale of smoke & exhale of defeat.
The crushing elegance of it all.
“The hand brushed away. The hand grasping with an emboldened spirit. A knowing, only for the insider.”
*all italicized quotes belong to @Quicksilwr
For she who comes from the sea
It is a cliche, and I wish I knew how to say it better but I don’t.
I love how you write.
Words on a page become pictures. The word ‘bird’ turns into a feathered creature swooping down into the word ‘river’, which now flows intrepidly, confidently into some unseen turn into the trees. I could see the hummingbird and then the wasp. And before I had the chance to marvel at how serendipitous this meeting was, I saw your children-whom I imagine are beautiful, of course-children usually are, no?
This is what I mean. When I write, I describe. When you write, things transform. And so I want to know what it is to write with you. I think it will be like dancing, but with words. Letters; consonants and vowels prancing across the floor of a white sheet. Punctuations cutting in, asking for the last dance.
You’ll see. We will dance, you and I.
To hell with resolutions. I’m just going to start right and keep going.
New Year resolutions. What’s your take? Are you an eye-rolling cynic? A self-confessed self-help junkie committed to bettering your life? A bored social media gadabout with nothing better to tweet about? Or maybe one of those ‘everyone-else-is-doing-it-so-why-not-me?’ fellas.
It doesn’t matter. Resolutions can be pretty useless when made up on the fly, and those made at the new year, even more so. Who’s to say what you propose will come to pass 48 hours on? Who’s to say you will even want to? But the fact is, the idea of a new year is not so much chronological as much as it is forgiving, relenting, benevolent even. A little bit like rain. Stay with me; I’ll explain.
Like rain, a new year is like life giving you another chance. To fix, to break, to walk away, to walk back, to renew, to revise, to revel, to repel, to engage, to disconnect, to undo, unmake, unfuck up. The new year is like life stepping back from giving you a hiding and saying, “go on, go. Get out of here.” The new year is like time saying, “I’m going to slow down so you can decide exactly what next. You can decide. You can choose. You have a choice. Now go make the right one.”
The new year is a moment of reckoning. And it isn’t, but you can make it so. You can make it anything you want. That is what the new year is.
I think resolutions have a good heart but don’t always have the impetus to make it through. So what if you did away with the entire resolution business – it’s all Hallmark trollop anyway – and wrote down what you’d like to do better this year? Or how you’d like to live differently, or think differently. You have to start somewhere, and maybe this time you might just end up somewhere… else. It’s a start. And it’s always good to start right. And start at the beginning. I mean, where else would you start?
1. Tell someone you love that you love them on a more regular basis. To their face. Not via SMS.
2. Prune your Facebook friends list. Ditto your Twitter follows. Less is always more.
3. Is it absolutely essential to broadcast whatever you’re doing to the world? Probably not. Say less. Mean more.
4. Call your parents. You might not have them for much longer and then there won’t be any calling left to do.
5. Eat your vegetables.
6. Learn something new every day. A word. A tune. How something works. Where you get the best dim sum in town. Something. Then teach someone else.
7. Be patient with others. But more importantly, be patient with yourself. Tides turn. Good things WILL come.
8. Teach yourself the art of letting go. With grace. It’s not worth holding on to that which doesn’t hold on to you.
9. Read, read, read. The more you know the less you need.
10. Hold her hand. Hold his.
11. Take your time. Get to know someone before sleeping with them.
12. When provoked, don’t respond immediately. And in anger, never.
13. Don’t start something you know you can’t finish or see through to the end. Be it a relationship, or dessert.
14. Save your money. There are more rainy days than you will ever account for.
15. Put away just Rs. 100 a day. In a ceramic jar, a hand-painted box, a sock. 365 days later you will have a small fortune.
16. Make someone laugh. Even if it is at your own expense. Especially if it is at your own expense.
17. Try not retaliating for a change. Imagine what would happen if you just didn’t respond. If you just… let things be.
18. Vulnerability is power. Don’t give away your power.
19. Don’t be afraid to give. Money, possessions, time. The Universe dictates that it return to you thousandfold. It’s true.
20. If you are a fighter, put down your arms. If you are a doormat, take up your swords. This is a time for change.
21. Be your own parent. Be the daddy you never had. Be the mother you knew never. Love, and bring yourself up again.
22. Let people deserve you. You deserve that.
23. If someone wants to steal your thunder, let them. You don’t need to steal. Remember, you created that thunder.
24. Pretend to not hear an insult. Never dignify it with a response. And drop ill-mannered runts the first chance you get.
25. Distinguish between anger and hurt. Don’t talk when in the throes of either. Add passion to that.
26. Spend less time with devices and more time with living, breathing organisms. Even a cactus is better for you than Facebook.
27. Look at art. It is trying to say something to us. Listen to it.
28. Make time for old-timers. They are living archives of stories, mannerisms, euphemisms, ideas. And they will die.
29. Clean your belly button.
30. Stop talking like the Kardashians. Stop watching the Kardashians. Please. Your brain is falling out of your ears.
31. Wishing people via social media DOES NOT COUNT. Write a card. Pick the phone. They deserve that much.
32. Whatever the occasion, give people books.
33. Do what it takes to go meet someone who looks forward to you.
34. It’s okay to not know everything. It’s even more okay to ask questions. People LOVE talking about what they know well.
35. Know that one person you want to get to know better? Do it. It might be a complete waste. Then again, it might not.
36. Be it exercise, or food, what you wear or whom you decide to give it to, treat your body with respect.
37. Don’t underestimate the value of personal space. Your own & that of others. Absence makes the heart grow crazy for you.
That’s my start right. The way I see it, fuck resolutions. I’m just going to start right and keep going.
I am as curious as they come and I want to know what your start-the-year-right ideas are, so please share.
It never happened – a Twitter romance in 3 acts
There is a romance to be had of all things wanting. A story to be found in all that is hungered for, and goes unfed. This is no masterpiece of theatre. No magnum opus. This is an episode of the unrequited. A tragi-comedy of but minuscule proportions.
Tonight, I want to write to you of longing. Of desire unmet. Of yearning unfulfilled. Tonight I want to write to you of you.
Act I, Scene I: there is a girl and there is a girl. One personifies the querulous expression of the love that cannot be. The other is mute.
Act I, Scene II: sparks in your hand, volts fly on eye contact. If you don’t want me don’t be looking at me that way. You owe me now.
Act I, Scene III: “I have a boyfriend.” “I have a girlfriend.” “I have issues.” “I have a conscience.” “I have… I have thought of nothing but you…”
Act I, Scene IV: What is it to kiss you? I imagine chocolate. And oranges. You touch me now, moving me from the inside. Gooseflesh within, sweat without.
Act II, Scene I: we complete each other’s sentences, we sleep like commas. Our togetherness is an unbroken parentheses. No full stops.
Act II, Scene II: I don’t normally do this kind of thing. What is normal? Is falling in love with friends normal? I don’t want to be normal. I don’t want to be just friends.
Act II, Scene III: you’re running your hands through my hair, now stained & streaked with silver. I’m meeting him. Does it wash off? Never.
Act II, Scene IV: my pick me up, my drop me off. My 24/7. What were days before you were this? What were nights but twelve hours of dark.
Act III, Scene I: What does one need to learn to not want to touch you? What does one need to know to not want to kiss you till you’re blue?
Act III, Scene II: I want silence with you. Silence broken only by the sound of your mouth making love to mine. Your lips. Use them everywhere I cannot see them.
Act III, Scene III: I stare at your face like a madman. Your loveliness has ruined me. Come back. Come back wherever you are. And take your wretched silence with you.
Act III, Scene IV: the sound of a phone unringing is louder than the cacophony of a hundred bells. All is quiet now. Love has run out of words
One hundred and fifty tweets for you
About a month ago (or more) I was sitting around doing very little on a Friday evening. Not only was I bored, I was uninspired. “Where is my muse”, I thought, “Why has she forsaken me?”
In all honesty, it was probably less theatrical than all that. I was running out of words. Maybe what I was really running out of was ideas. Or worse, love. True, I was at something of a dead end.
In some ways I think I still am floundering. A fish cast abruptly out of water. I wake up some days and feel a cavernous void within me. I feel incredibly lonely. I know I am not, and yet I am. I begin to feel the world dissociate from me; all things familiar become strangers, and people… well, people are what I recoil from most.
Yet, every time that happens I cast a net outwards in the direction of the universe and wait to see what happens. This time, I had an idea. I asked Tweeters to give me one word based on which I would write a love, sex or romance tweet for them. When you cast the net of love, you will catch some fallen stars. Magic was destined to happen.
Here is a log of those words and the tweets (in bold) in response to them:
- Come play with me. RT @BumbleBooger: @mentalexotica Hookey.
- The smell of the night in your hair. RT @NehaT_: @mentalexotica Black
- Savouring each pip crushed betwixt teeth and tongue. RT@kissability: @mentalexotica pomegranate
- The scent of your wrists from where you have been. Meet me in the orchards. RT @MystiquePai: @mentalexotica Orange.
- You race through me. Pulse pushing desire through a river of crimson. RT @URM1: @mentalexotica Arteries
- One kiss. One breath taken away. One singular moment of sweet, sweet death. RT @KdProQuo: @mentalexotica Deliverance.
- I am burning for you. RT @LaScheherazade: @mentalexotica Phoenix
- Parchment against paper. Moisture against damp. Sweat against chest against you against me. RT @kurtbento: @mentalexotica skin
- Are all I need right now. RT @TheGodlet: @mentalexotica You.
- I line the map of your form. A cartography traced by fingertips. The rise and swell of your sex. RT @nelsonnium: @mentalexotica CURVES.
- My homegrown drug. My intoxicated surprise. My swirl of colour, my tease of tongue. RT @rak_issubatomic: @mentalexotica LSD
- I love when you talk dirty to me. RT @Failgunner: @mentalexotica antidisestablishmentarianism
- Tie me up. Tie me down. RT @Soumiya: @mentalexotica passion
- Swift lifts and gentle descents. Run away with me. RT@SpinAndSwirl: @mentalexotica airport?
- Veins the hue the aubergine. Am I hurting you with the death grip called love? RT @badaboomtheory: @mentalexotica Purple
- My skin is your canvas. Teeth for strokes. Nails for brushes. Paint what you desire. RT @Phyrodite: @mentalexotica Vicious
- A shoebox of letters betray the frayed edges of love. What could have been and what have we become RT @gargneha:@mentalexotica Saudade.
- Make your move. RT @akasharora_: @mentalexotica Strategy
- Are you taking me against it? Or am I taking you? RT @St_Hill:@mentalexotica Refrigerator
- Maneuvering the sharp turns of knees, the curve of your elbow & pause breathless at the oasis that is your clavicle. RT@Bitchs_Brew: Bones
- Pleasure has a synonym that only lovers know of RT@vinaykrishnna: @mentalexotica pain
- In the passion that is us, blood within and sweat without, is all the lubrication we need. RT @Emrayfo: @mentalexotica Slippery.
- Keen for the hunt. Sharpen your claws. Mark your territory. I am waiting for you tonight. RT @BumbleBooger: @mentalexotica Tiger.
- Your body is a smorgasbord. RT @preetidhingra: @mentalexotica yummy
- New lands unseen. Plains unchartered. Waters unknown. You have much to do to make me your own. RT @dhavalrawal: @mentalexotica Conquer.
- Underwater. Breathless, I am drowning beneath your gaze. And will not come up for air. RT @NatashaTakia: @mentalexotica Bound.
- Passion has retired for the season and lust has finally fallen to sleep. Now my love, we are ripe. RT @greenentropy: @mentalexotica Autumn
- You come. You see. You touch. You play. You lose. You stay. RT@Antarctic_Fox: @mentalexotica Inside.
- Lovemaking is the music of the Universe. RT @sindiantadka: @mentalexotica Moan
- The science of desire is not difficult to know. The science of ‘enough’ is impossible to comprehend. RT @pradeep_shetty: Simple.
- The scent of your ear. The urge in your moan. Heat lingers on bedclothes. It’s like you never went away RT @saffrontrail: distance
- Speak to me with your body. Translate the language of your skin. Echo your longing. But silently. RT @thurayalynn: @mentalexoticawhispers.
- Bring me a dictionary on the way home. English-German-English. Or, just come home. RT @WhatAboutMyStar: @URM1 @mentalexotica Schätzlein.
- I drink to you. I drink of you. Desire will keep death from a door a long while yet. RT @supaarwoman: @mentalexotica Elixir
- No words tonight. Just your body against mine. Your every lie unbroken. Your every truth betrayed. RT @DarkDialogues: Confession.
- Inside me, you are other-worldly. Love is real when made. What is not love, does not exist. RT @mohank: @mentalexotica Surreal
- Your back rested upon the flat of my palms. Your body a valley of silhouetted undulations. RT @ghaatidancer: @mentalexotica Arch
- You tread too lightly upon my heart, love. Don’t you know, to stay, you must crush me completely. RT @aaliznat: @mentalexotica feet
- Your hair. Last night comes back to me in a rush. RT @Dentisht:@mentalexotica Kink
- Day in and day out. We need to try this in the afternoons some time. RT @Narcissistslife: @mentalexotica monotonous
- Love in the afternoon. The scent of the earth made wet by rain. So similar are we today. RT @_LordoftheFiles: @mentalexotica petrichor
- Small mercies. Giant falls. Un petit mort, again and again. RT@eNRGe: @mentalexotica slow death
- Your body is scarred from where I have roamed. Do I owe you an apology or do you owe me everything? RT @deepikah: @mentalexotica Forgive
- Is not one word. But you are mine. RT @sindiantadka: @mentalexotica Your Slave
- Shoulders graze at the station. Eyes meet, fleeting then furtive. You go. But not before I have made you mine. RT @vivekisms: Serendipity.
- An instrument of wait. An instrument of hate. No communique, this. Give me my pen and paper instead. RT @amulyashruthi: Telephone.
- I admire the satisfaction I am told black men can offer RT@_JustJoking: @nelsonnium Admiration/Satisfaction/Black. In that order.
- Copper strands on the counter. Amber musk on the pillows. You’ve been gone forever. Or was it just yesterday? RT@Kodoor: @mentalexotica Miss
- Laments and losses. The theme song for all love. And you come here to play for me. I want a new tune. RT @abhishekaggy: Violin
- Dispensable love. Over the counter passion. Instant desire. Junks of hearts. Romance of the 21st century. RT @roshnimo: tetrapak
- Together this is beauty made real. Alone, it is art that sells. Pain is currency. Torment will make me a rich woman RT @emkay456: agony
- It is a time for endings. A time for losing. Goodbyes are bitter and death in a bottle seems sweet. RT @SatsJo: @mentalexotica Poison
- Write to me. The tender render of your pen picks me up and takes me in… RT @akisaxena: @mentalexotica nib
- Heat beyond language. Lust beyond sound. Blinding desire is a colour. RT @spacedout_sniff: @mentalexotica White.
- On your back. On your feet. On your knees. RT @hazyaansh: @mentalexotica switch
- An absence so real it is matter. Chasm, a brimful of what once was. Space filled with loss. No form takes what was yours. RT@Voidead: Void
- There is life in this body. Not one that we have just made. But you. You within me. RT @karachikhatmal: @mentalexotica Junoon
- They will tell you desire weighs nothing. It is only a ounce of matter. They lie. RT @HoneyBadger87: @mentalexotica Light
- The absence of touch is death. To remain unknown a poison. RT@badaboomtheory: @mentalexotica ’arsenic’
- I’d like a bite of your Kryp-tonite. RT @stupidusmaximus: @mentalexotica Superhero.
- There are sixty-one names for red. Ninety-nine for snow. One for love. It’s enough. RT @mycrotchetyluv: @mentalexotica crimson
- Life is short for stolen glances. Look me in the eye. Come after what you want. RT @mohank: @mentalexotica Furtive
- There is a tingling | It’s a taste that I hear | Your tongue is mingling | with the heat of my ear. RT @paperviews: @mentalexotica ear
- What will you play for me today? I am only going to watch. RT@spacedout_sniff: @mentalexotica Earphones
- Don’t hurt yourself falling in love. RT @TripTeased: @mentalexotica tripped
- I am NOT going to simulate an orgasm for you here RT@barkingbegum: @mentalexotica shoot
- Are you kidding me? RT @DevalShalkhlan: @mentalexotica sci-fi
- Love thyself. RT @sukhkarni: @mentalexotica satiate
- Love is wasted on the young. Let’s fuck instead. RT@LilMissIssues: @mentalexotica Youth.
- You want to tickle my buds and make me ooze? RT @saffrontrail: how about a picture? http://yfrog.com/g0bz3goj
- Smouldering pools of liquid heat. You’re burning up the kitchen and all you’ve done is look at me. RT @amodgil: @mentalexotica eyes
- You like rhythm. I like jazz. The radio is playing Juice Newton. We shouldn’t have sex with the music on. RT @LadyOldMonk: drumbeat
- I’m sorry. I don’t understand. RT @TheBigDowg: @mentalexotica Celibate.
- Free fall. Free flow. The light recedes and the dark welcomes my falling. This is love? RT @MaximusToxicus: @mentalexotica Abyss
- One word I could never learn. RT @hersoapbox: @mentalexoticaGoodbye
- High-heeled feet have a fetish for 18-eyed boots. Either way, take them off. RT @WhatAboutMyStar: Stilettos/Feet/Laces. Anyone or in order.
- You under me under you beneath the periwinkle night over the city. We have this. One night. RT @chicabeingme: @mentalexotica Overwhelmed
- Sex is a science. This is my bedroom. You can leave your labcoat on. RT @thy_me_basil: @mentalexotica Labia
- What are we watching tonight? RT @sindiantadka: @mentalexotica Eros
- Salt and water. Wash away the loss from my eyes. Take away what was you. Clean the slate and start anew. RT @irasanyal: @mentalexotica tear
- There is a dawning today. This might be more than love. This might be us. There might be a tomorrow. And hope. RT @JoyAndLife: Awakening
- How high are you taking me tonight? And, how are we getting there? RT @Deepak_Narrates: @mentalexotica Pinnacle
- Don’t push it. RT @sindiantadka: @mentalexotica Penis?
- “I love you.” …”But I thought we decide – no feelings.” RT@GheeTikka: @mentalexotica frozen
- Missionary position. RT @priyal: @mentalexotica stability
There is a joke in that. I just know there is. RT @stupidusmaximus: @mentalexotica Loving the tweets. Keep ‘em coming
- So. Who are we hurting today? You, me or you? RT @peanutbut: @mentalexoticaSadomasochism
- There are some things that are just born to be broken. I am one of them. RT @MaddoMomo: @mentalexotica Promises.
- High highs. Low lows. Swung into basements and grazed cheeks on sidewalks. Love is a circus act. RT @mycrotchetyluv: @mentalexotica trapeze
- Your breasts create shadow hills on the walls. Your hair, a cascade of fire. Inside you, I am but a rivulet RT @NehaT_: Silhouette.
- Where do you want it. How do you want it. It’s sex. Not an exam. Shut up already. RT @Ridhav: @mentalexotica indecisive
- Fleeting freeze of tongue on a warm bed of skin. I hope you like a Baked Alaska. RT @shrimaanFuntush: @mentalexotica Ice Cream
- Are we going somewhere new tonight? RT @aroha_groves:@mentalexotica crossing the line
- I burned my tongue today. 12 hours have passed since I burned it last. The pass between your breasts RT @MitigatedLying: @mentalexotica Chai
- They ask me how I hurt myself. Hurt? I am puzzled. My lover has written to me last night, I say. RT @pollytext: @mentalexotica bruise
- A living wound. A gash of the deepest pink. An ember glows, in the slip and the slide of your sex. RT @jaya_misra: @mentalexotica velvet
- And repeat. RT @KdProQuo: @mentalexotica stop. don’t.
- Everyone loves pussy. RT @Trillionaire: @mentalexotica Feline.
- Yellow slips of squares. Grocery lists. Love yous. Temporary notes of sanity.RT @Nivivacious: @mentalexotica Post-itsSome of you guys, really push your luck. Seriously. RT@shreedaisy: @mentalexotica dialect coach
- A famine of touch. Droughts litter the plain of desire, and the pestilence of life keeps me far from you. RT @SubMedina: locusts
- Enough for one wine glass of wine. Today you told me you loved another, as you sipped the last of my Merlot. RT @TheScarlettGirl: Heartbreak
- Winter twigs crack beneath the weight of bird feet. How tender a longing so simply undone by one sound devoid of love RT @faiqg: Dry.
- That’s my heart you’ve got stuck on the sole of your shoe. RT@breakfastquest: @mentalexotica Scrape.
- He reads Leon. I listen to the Kings. Both ways now, sex is on fire. RT @culdivsac: @mentalexotica Trotsky
- A bauble for your ears. Pearl slip about your wrist. A heart-shaped locket says you have the jewels but no lover. RT @parapraxist: earlobe
- You are reading me Rilke over the telephone. “We are friends”, I tell myself again. “We are only friends” RT @SazzleUk: @mentalexotica stimulation
- Talk to me in lovers’ tongues, of myth, magic, mystics. You have too many words, he says, for things that require none. RT @BarnabyHM: speak
- She said, “I fell for that. That piece of dead muscle in your cheek.” “My smile?” “I was talking about your ass.” RT @spangmik: dimple
- I can taste you on my finger and feel you on my breath. Honey and marigolds, Southern Comfort and a gun. RT @MaidumJi: @mentalexotica Scent
- Kisses like LSD. Hickeys the colour of orgasms. A phantasmal riot of a rainbow awry. Your love stains everything. RT @kunjunnii: Psychedelic
- Against the closet. On the floor. On the chair, your back to me. It’s not lovemaking. Its lovetaking. RT @vantaskigoli: @mentalexotica Rough.
- On your knees. Genuflect. Love is prayer. RT @rak_issubatomic: @mentalexotica Rapture
- I don’t understand a word you say. But, how does that matter. We have this. We have right now. RT @iKooky: @mentalexotica KANBAN
- In a world of shapes and sizes, silhouettes and structures, two triangles tessellate tonight. RT @talhawynne: @mentalexotica hexagon
- Laying in my arms, bare-bodied and sweat-stained, the un-uttered I love you could be your undoing. RT @neha707: @mentalexotica vulnerable
- Wooing is a waltz. Coupling, the cha-cha-cha. Fucking, a fine frenzy of French hip-hop. And leaving is still. RT @MitigatedLying: Foxtrot
- Yesterday’s love story like yesterday’s sex scandal. Rotting in the trash can, fetid. I marinate in the stink of neglect. RT @cgawker: decay
- I love the blues, she replied, Especially when they’re given to me with the black plums on my neck RT @redundntrhtoric: do u like the blues?
- Tell me you love me. RT @VarshaAnchan1: @mentalexotica lies
- Stolen afternoons in the carpark. Deliberate coincidences in the elevator. You come only to go. Love heaves with regret RT @rascality: undertow
- There was a song once. Losing My Religion. You left. And that was the song. RT @I_Catawampus: @mentalexotica apostate
- The story of. The glory of. The history of. The dream of. The loss of. More of. Can’t get enough of. RT @vivekisms: @mentalexotica Us.
- Come looking in the dark and you will find. And if you cannot, I will guide you. RT @suryaroshini: @mentalexotica Seek
- Death by Too Much Love. RT @ravikiran_j: @mentalexotica suicide
- Regret is a step too late but do I wish we never were? No. I never want to forget the paper kisses on my brow. RT @pratikmunot: remorse
- Scarlet kisses map your cheek. The back of my hand brush the fabric of your trousers. A low moan is heard tonight. RT @sindiantadka: tender
- There’s you and me and her. We all know. We all pretend there is enough love to go around. We all want one of us dead. RT @TripTeased: tacit
- With fingers and eyelashes, knuckles and breathing, write to me of what you long for RT @imightreply: @mentalexotica letters
- Also known as Maker of the Love Mark. RT @DR_Aditii: @mentalexotica tooth
- Lipstick on starched whites. Nina Ricci on your tie. She notices nothing until our eyes meet and stay that way. RT @kikcasso: betrayal
- Loss is imminent. Love is inevitable. Both are an inescapable fire. Only lust consumes and releases RT @5riram: @mentalexotica Fear.
- I have you Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays. She gets weekends. We have lust. She gets breakfasts. She gets breakfasts. RT @_vroomfondel: envy
- Red for I love you. White for surrender. Yellow for friendship. You gave me marigolds. I know we are through. RT @Tarot_Queen_: rose petal
- Lunch at 2, you said. Poolside. It’s time we spent some time together, you and me. At 2, we set the table for 3. RT @_vroomfondel: insult
- I’ve got you, babe. The only thing Sonny & Cher got right. Now, I know why. Now I got you. RT @MaximusOdomos: @mentalexotica own
- For the sake of Adam, and for the love of Eve. There has never been a choice. RT @rutamg: @mentalexotica Woman.
- Strange how the friction of a finger against cheekbone can start a fire that takes 2 nights and an afternoon to douse. RT @_Mandar: Arousal.
- Your hair is the cocaine of my night. Your lips, the liquor that clears my eyes. Your tongue, the last frontier. RT @_JustJoking: Addiction
- My tongue in his lapel. You’re missing the spot, he says. But I’m not. Savile Row is good enough to eat. RT @kanimay: bespoke 3-piece suits
- You can run but you can’t hide. If you love what I do, you will find your way back to where you belong. RT @aarthipartha: Here.
- Tied to routine. Trapped by tradition. You are my one chance at escape. Only to be tied down in a way I want. RT @yesjaypee: Bondage
- Sweet is the taste of revenge. Sour, of what you cannot make your own. But the taste of having and losing? That. RT @nefertitillated: bitter
- The lock of your arm in the vise of a fist. Your gaze in my eye. Your heart in my palm goes SNAP. RT @mycrotchetyluv: @mentalexotica grip
- A thief in your home. A liar in your head. A slut in your bed. And none of which belong to you. I am another’s RT @mycrotchetyluv: Jezebel
- The scratch of the needle drags across the old 45s the same moment your nails rake my back. This is music to your ears RT @shreedaisy: vinyl
- Water seeps deep within the skin; it calls for more, be sure. To play with storms is to call thunder to your door RT @violinraindrops: Rain
- Warm your palms around the swell of my belly as you would a mug of steaming tea. Both await your vanquishing. RT @Keerthi_AK: Cuppa
- Broken in 4 perfect pieces. We will put it back together. Glue. Sex, Lies, Videotape. Commitment. No? No. RT @WhiskerBoom: Failure.
- Pocket full of skydust. Where did this come from? Oh yes, I remember. From where you fell out of the night. RT @Tarot_Queen_: starlight
- Owned by your desire, controlled by your longing. I am a servant of your need and will work for love. RT @NehaT_: @mentalexotica slave
- Swaying with the cadence of the dark. Intrepid beats invade my veins and in one deep look, I am locked inside your eyes. RT @NehaT_: trance
