
Category: Poetry


Brilliantly Realigning
I like the shape of my water bottle after a run —crumpled in the corners where my grip was, like I was holding on for life, or something.
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To Be, Or…
Tie and be tied, that
was the vision for the day
that morning, that is,
once conscious thoughts
took hold of my orgasm laced body



I do love things
Like exploring the texture of things —I love touching things, touching things and tapping into sensations.
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I can’t wait
I can’t wait to climb on top again
I can’t wait to wrap my fingers
around it and hold on tightly.

Face My Face
I need to go to the mirror
and look at myself


Bodies & Stillness
One of my knees is softer now
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Flawed & Free
all those things
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Come & Succumb
Reimagine your role
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Prey & Predator
I wanna slow down time with you
Stand still
Watch nature videos and chill
With ya; let instinct take over

I need the look
Do you like the way
I look at you?

Everything that’s Yours
Cultivate the conditions
of consciousness
to tap into the dream

Bittersweet
I enjoy wanting to talk to you
& not talking to you

Let pleasure find me
After the group call I meant to do guided yoga, but my body had designs of its own.
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your at-home-ness
Should we be toe to toe,
or back to back?

Desire, I’m Hungry
I want to fuck.
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A Remedy for the Madness?
A remedy for the madness?
Micro moments of joy

Sensual Being
There’s so much I don’t remember. Places I’ve gone, people I’ve been, little lives I’ve lived in service of another’s vision.
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At Galaxy’s Edge
It will hurt
One can’t be sure how badly
Certainly, it will be

intrusive thoughts
you're haunting me thoughts of your lips teasing and taunting meRead More

Pieces of Longing
Little pieces of longing, I lay at your feet.
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My Favorite Thing
My favorite thing about him is how I lose track of time when I’m with him. I get lost with him and his immense need for touch. Not just sexual touch, but gotta-be-near-you touch.
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Fantasy in the Flesh
I bagged the shirt I was wearing that night.
Zip locked and put away like evidence. I wish I could bottle his essence.
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