
Strange Place to Be
Every morning
after the atelier
I descend on my day
Erotic Stories | Sensual Poetry | Shibari
Every morning
after the atelier
I descend on my day
halfway through the night
I saw a strange creature
already madness moves its mouth
to cover half my soul, its breath like
a snowstorm, making my world cold
I like to litter your
body with kisses
A remedy for the madness?
Micro moments of joy
Don’t pray for love, just
ask the lonely
The ones with all the money
and no relief
No release
Read MoreThe thing about you is everything is always about you.
I refuse to be tasked with helping you hold on to your sanity
Read MoreI’m very new to butt play, and for me it’s kind of like learning a new language. I’m not perfect at distinguishing what feels good or isolating specifics when something is inside me. But what I do know is I very much enjoy sensations on top of sensations, the more the better.
There’s something magical in the
way music rearranges physics
With the right song, you can
exchange repressed reality
for waking moments in a vivid
When you love
You are uniquely vulnerable
You lay claim to a man like
A queen claims a nation
power animal is the brand
she faked it for so long
that it finally stuck
except
with him
with him
there’s no hiding
Meaningless sex doesn’t appeal to me
Sex for the sake of motion
Without emotion
Faked orgasms
Or worse, orgasms faintly felt.
At first we were nectarine dreams and super
nova kisses soothing vacant
screams
The moment he holds you
like you can’t get close enough
is the beginning of good stuff
The moment you feel the magnitude