Although their relationship continues to go from strength to strength, Cody Simpson says he’s in no rush to tie the knot with his girlfriend of six months, Miley Cyrus.
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“I believe in marriage but haven’t thought too much about that. I am far too young to consider it, to be honest,” the 23-year-old singer-songwriter told The Sydney Morning Herald while promoting his new underwear campaign with Bonds.
“I just continue to surround myself with positive women who inspire me and teach me new things every day.”
During the tell-all interview, Cody also discussed how the former Disney star— who played the titular role in Hannah Montana— motivates him to better himself, admitting she’s the inspiration behind his latest work.
“Being with Miley is a wonderful thing in my life. She is creative and inspiring, fiercely independent and encourages me to be my own person, too. We are both creative individuals who support one another with our work.
“Miley also inspires my art. There’s some romance in the poems I have written and yeah, they might be about her. It’s inevitable that what happens in my private life comes out in my work.”
We’re assuming the “art” The Masked Singer winner is referring to comes in the form of his horny-driven poetry book that’s filled with raunchy details about his sex life with Miley, 27. Earlier this month, he released “Prince Neptune”, and in it, he wrote about their “wet evenings”, love of “sex games”, fondness of BDSM and his naughty obsession with leather.
Cody also discussed the time he and the “We Can’t Stop” songstress had sex on the beach, saying he “got a hard-on” when he saw her emerge from the water in “denim cut off jeans”, “no shirt” and “blue beads around her neck”.
Anyway, in honour of his first piece of literature— which he says will be “one of many”— Cosmopolitan released a list of his most raunchy and arousing lines.
So, enjoy feasting your eyes upon some pretty intense stuff!
“Your beauty betrays you. For you wish to be shrouded in the cloak of night. Hidden from your beloved. But even in this darkness. Your eyes glisten like sapphires. Warm women. Rich girls. Wet evenings. Lysergic acid. Leather. Sex games. Blonde hair. Brilliance.”
“Running the vibrant streets at dusk. My fresh new woman and I. Wine-soaked. Finger-locked. In nothing but jeans. Why should we sleep. Let’s fuck. We’re here right now aren’t we. You and I. In the universe.”
“Enter now the eternal summer. The crystal tropics await. A tribe of deep electric jungle. Face paint. Drum rhythms. Semen sprawled upon trees. Marble palaces on canals. Naked women on great green lawns. Joyous, sensuous copulations. At night. Beneath the incoming rain.”
“Once upon a time in Hollywood. Guitars. Gardens. Chandeliers. Sex. Streetlamps. Music as immense mass seduction. Copulations in the back rows of movie theaters. Houses in the hills. Swimming pools. Fin-tailed Cadillacs. Lime juice. Coffee shops in alleyways. Comely girls with nose freckles smiling at you. Ah Hollywood.”
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