the warmth she produces when we touch ignites a heat of a thousand fires ©2017 Quiyet Brul


a song carelessly sung of how you’re both pleasure and pain as if my head is torn off powerless to think clearly as if a thousand fires ignite when we touch, unable to put out as if your tingling icy breaths freeze the time ©2017, Quiyet Brul


we are binary stars orbiting around each other ©2017, Quiyet Brul


before anything else you need to know that i wrote this for you for you and only you–– they will not get it; you are these words ©2017, Quiyet Brul


margarette, i know you asked to have some time alone by and for yourself, but i am selfish. and i need you because i fucking love you, and i feel so empty without you. i learned to love myself when i started loving you. more and more. but i feel like i’ve fallen into a …

daily routine

I want to be lulled by the melody of your snore feel the cold damp of your drool on the pillow the warmth of your arms around my tiny waist wake up to the kisses you plant on my cheek then make some eggs and bacon and sausages and drink coffee or tea or just …


The touch of your hands so soft and gentle constantly remind me that you're real ©2017, Quiyet Brul