“sext: i wrote an elegy to you in my poetry class. i know you’re not dead, but it kind of feels that way, even though i can still taste you with every cup of tea. i’ve washed that jumper fifty times, but it still smells like you.”— k.n.a., crookedlove.tumblr.com
“Sext: You got my body like a tangled constellation with your meteor shower touch. I want to sift under your hands like stardust.”— overturnedinkwell, overturnedinkwell.tumblr.com
“Sext: swallow me like honey. I’ll drip across your cheeks the way Saturday morning’s sun paints your face in light. I wanna be your light.”— Schuyler Peck, schuylerpeck.tumblr.com
“You, with your urge to fuck in a church– and me, with my want to mark your body with my bite… Some might find us monsterous.”— Rachel Nix, amazon.com
“Your name, a game I play, doesn’t echo as much as it beats, some deep bass line emerges from the background and hooks me into humming.”— Robert Lee Brewer, amazon.com
“sext: I am searching for a place to call home. Can it be you?”— Sade Andria Zabala, thoughtcatalog.com