Fuck me.
Fuck me with your eyes when you ask what type of cereal I want in the morning and how I wrap myself into my blankets at night, whether or not I leave one leg out for the demons to grab.
Fuck me with your words when you tell me I look like the way sunshine feels and that I am the kind of beautiful that poets die trying to describe.
Fuck me with your heart when you tell me that you carry this love for me like a ticking time bomb because you know that it will one day consume us both alive.
-Anonymous
Picture isn't part of the poetry. Just felt like this is what love is like...
So here's the link to the picture: