When you feel hurt but do not hurt the other, you are truly victorious - Taisho (via proverbwolf)

(via evolsarah)

Illuminated, I am the candle, caught in a single flame by your spark. Your blaze glistens all around me, making me almost as lovely as you. Trickling down from top to bottom I sweat exclusive passion. The heat of your seduction melts me as you wish, burning me out with desire and lust. And there I lay, a wax puddle of defeat, murdered so lovely by a narcissistic love. - Alisha Ortiz
My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected,
washing away the worries of an unpromising yesterday..
and stirring up a whirlpool of an ambitious tomorrow.
- Alisha Ortiz

You may not know me, but, I am a writer, and I know you. I can write things about you that you yourself have not identified. I can write of you the things that you’ve seen, the way your eyes glistened across a room, or flooded with tears in the midst of an unbearable heartache. I can write of it as if I were there, holding your hand or wiping your tears, as if I were your only friend. I can write of it as if I were your enemy, the one shouting at you with rage, pulling you by the shirt and grabbing your face as I told you you weren’t shit to me, and that you never will be. I can write of you the people you’ve loved, the people you’ve fucked. The way you adoringly looked into her eyes as you thrust into her, hands planted firmly around her neck leaving room only for soft moans and whispers to escape the gape of her beautiful mouth. I could write of her; I could be her if you please. I could write of you your dreams, they way they’re never-ending, and the fantasies that put a hush to reality. I could be your dream, your angel when you shut your eyes.. Your nightmares, I could write of those too. How you wake up in a frenzy in the middle of the night, heart racing as your fingers run through and grip your hair. And I could be that nightmare, your demon in the dark. I am your good and your bad, your love and your hurt, your pride and I am also your shame. I am everything you are and everything you feel. All that I need is your name.

I think I just need to fuck. Hard. I need to be choked and slammed and bitten and spanked. Bruised. I’m yearning for the morning after feel of a purple mark on my thigh, aching from a roughly made love. To feel his hands along my waist.. would be everything. The moisture of his traveling tongue riding the waves as my body roars.. would be everything and more. I’d like to have my hair inside his fist, my neck in his hand as he thrusted me into him faster and faster. I want him to listen. Listen to every pant and gasp and moan and scream. From my noise, to my words, to my kisses and licks, to the spit that strings out of my mouth when his dick is down my throat, it’s all his. Everything is his. Will he have me?

I just want to lay down comfortably on my bed, head propped by a few pillows, so I could watch you. I want you. On your knees, crawling toward me with hungry eyes as your hands make way to my inner most thighs, and you pry me open. You invite yourself in with soft, warm kisses that drive my libido up the wall. Your breath on my skin. Your teeth tearing away the barrier of a lavender laced thong. Fingertips gripping the sides of my ass, my hips, and circling the tenderness of my breasts. Your tongue. Your tongue on my clit. Your lips and your spit and your licks and your grunts. I dance on your face and I bring you in closer. Deeper. Biting down on my lip, fighting off the screams from the pleasurable throbs that force shivers through my body. I scream regardless. My God, do I scream. In English and Spanish, fuck’s and I love you’s… don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. Please. You are my ecstasy. My heartbeat’s in a frenzy and I don’t want it to slow. Do take your time. I want you. I want you to sip unto me like my cum is the only quench to your thirst. I want you to feed, like you’re starved from the absence of such a divinity. I want you, to eat. - Alisha Ortiz

Wrote this for my boyfriend, while he was falling asleep on my living room floor. I was just watching him, and thinking to myself how much I loved him. Wondering how I ever became capable of loving a person to such an extent, despite all of his faults, and ours as a couple. Then I found myself caught in a daze, with words just running across my head. So I figured, hey, I should probably write them.

I love you inexplicably, to the point of no return. The point of where your fingertips along my body, burn, into my veins, boiling up my blood. My mind becomes a hurricane, your love is now my flood. Drowning in my pain, and the rage that keeps us sane; through the tears, the screams, the travesty, you’ll never be my shame. Gasping for a breath as I’m caught up in your tongue, pressed together tightly, as our tensions come undone. You thrust yourself inside of me and pull back on my hair. Letting go of everything, of everyone, of a life that isn’t fair. Get lost into my body, sink your teeth into my soul. Chew my heart to pieces, but swallow my love whole. I need you every day, and even when you’re wrong. If loving you is weakness, I pray I won’t be strong. Take me, every part of me, and make this promise you can keep. That we’ll live our lives to see more days, I write of you, and watch you sleep. You are my forever, my morning and my night, and if you wish to spend your life with me, I won’t put up fight.

I love you, Eric.

- Alisha Ortiz

(Source: ferventkisses)

An outcry of shrieks as if something were tragic.
Love and sex and hopeless magic.
Rage and ravishing, reckless romance.
A divine and desired, debonair slow dance.
Pulsating hearts, and tongues that are traveling.
Zippers undone, and bareness unraveling.
Body heat increasing beyond normal degrees.
Exploring the subordinate, we touch and we tease.
Unsteady breaths, and trembling finger tips.
Bite marks everywhere, and the lush of our lips.
We play, we fight, we shout and we scream.
You are my drug, and I am your fiend.
We stimulate and pleasure, two bodies in lust.
You penetrate and devour me, you push and you thrust.
I bruise and I ache, yet I plead for you more.
I put in all I’ve got, you’re defeating my war.
My hair’s a mess, and you tug on it rough.
My body is weak, but I haven’t had enough.
My nails graze your skin, my lips meet your chest.
Your hands down my back, your tongue meets my breasts.
We breathe and we suck, and we bite and we moan.
And that is what happens, when we are alone.
- Alisha Ortiz