An Androgynous Kiss

Above all, I want to fuck your mind.

My Dearest,

I like being undefined. Unknown. Mystery. Talk to me, let's see what we have to share during the night. Let's be androgynous in body and spirit.

What are we? At best, a ghost driving a meat-coated skeleton coming from stardust, animated by divine breath and driven by perverse desire.

Fear nothing, no one. It's Sunday night and I am drawing a new series. These drawings are not finished, but I think it's part of the charm.

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Sing to me, O Muse, bring me to light

“Sing to me, O Muse, of that man of many troubles, Odysseus, skilled in all ways of contending, who wandered far after he helped sack the great city of Troy.”

Zu Asche, zu Staub, dem Licht geraubt

O nymph, you are waiting at the bar in a lascivious posture, short hair, long eyelashes, a delicate perfume, black tie, and those delicately hemmed lips.

Je suis là, toute à toi, toute entière

Offer me your lips, bite me, suck my tongue, drink my spit. I hold my breath, inhale the divine, capture your angel dust, kiss me. O kiss me harder!

No matter who you are, je t’adore

Qui es-tu, belle inconnue? Who are you, beautiful stranger? Wer bist du, schöner Fremder? Your lips take me into the night. I am falling for you.

So follow me, just follow me

Shush! I am trading hopes. I am open late. I am the night, I’m your fate. I will give you wings, sell you fame. I’m the key to your problem. Follow me…

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“I don’t know why people are so keen to put the details of their private life in public; they forget that invisibility is a superpower.” — Banksy

I hope you are having a fantastic summer. All quiet on the west coast of the United States. I will meet you again in two weeks. Carpe diem.

Love, always.
Sissi