This is the most radical line of all. Because after the tangle of limbs, after the sweat has cooled and the heart has slowed from a gallop to a walk—after the “fuck me” has exhausted its fire—you choose to return to the mouth.
That is the only religion worth practicing. End of content. Kiss Me- Fuck Me- And Kiss Me Again... Rich Kis...
Let’s be precise: this is not a mechanical act. This is the part where the polite world falls away like a coat left on the floor. Where the breath turns ragged not from exertion but from the shock of being fully seen. Here, the body speaks in syllables of pressure and release. A hand on the hip. A gasp swallowed by a shoulder blade. The sacred violence of wanting someone so badly that gentleness becomes a form of cruelty. This is the most radical line of all