
Colorful murals cover buildings on call street
There are ideas I’m not fully aware of
Things I feel lurking in the shadows
Waiting to be acknowledged
Waiting to be named
Erotic Stories | Sensual Poetry | Shibari
There are ideas I’m not fully aware of
Things I feel lurking in the shadows
Waiting to be acknowledged
Waiting to be named
Puffing smoke in the company of estranged family members.
It’s surreal. I’m freeing myself
sometimes I imagine
it’s you, you’re
my girthy toy, you
I’ve never been one for plotting outlines or charting character arcs. I’m a writer, not a planner, which, ironically, is my poetry and my pain-point.
Read MoreEvery morning
after the atelier
I descend on my day
Through rose colored glasses
you watched me walk
walking on stained glass
My goal was never to lead a happy life, but rather to lead a peaceful one. I don’t need things or people to “make me happy.”
Read MoreWhen it rains, I always consider canceling plans. Water can soothe or smother, and I don’t like thinking about traction. Thankfully, today I didn’t cancel. I braved the cold and rain to play some public games.
Read MoreI wonder if you’re
standing down
or sitting up
As the man taps, taps, taps, gray falls away, revealing a roaring orange flame. Footsteps approach as he raises the cigarette to his lips.
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already madness moves its mouth
to cover half my soul, its breath like
a snowstorm, making my world cold
Their first night together was nothing like she imagined. She spent most of the night with eyes closed wishing him to touch her.
Read MoreIt’s been about six weeks since I quit my job and I don’t regret it, however, living out my fantasy is a bit different to what I expected.
Read MoreI like to litter your
body with kisses
Like exploring the texture of things —I love touching things, touching things and tapping into sensations.
Read MoreSitting at my desk toying with my earring, I had a thought that made me bite my lip and squeeze my legs together. It genuinely aroused me —the thought of only writing. It frightened me also.
Read MoreA remedy for the madness?
Micro moments of joy
It will hurt
One can’t be sure how badly
Certainly, it will be