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@Steal_MySoul
♪¸¸.•*¨*•.I dabble in cathartic poetry and curated chaos, sometimes I’m even funny જ⁀➴°⋆ Avi Me ➤ 💍 ╰┈➤ 🚫DMs
I didn’t plan to linger, but you were a pull in honeyed crimson gloss, a scarlet string knotted in my chest, you moved like a hurricane paused in its tracks, and I showed up bare-skinned, with a hunger dancing on my tongue, that kisses first and regrets later. How…
The meal perfectly prepared Not a hair out of place She laid out the spread With black silk & lace His tongue lapping & licking Savoring each drop She begged for dessert As she cried out Dont Stop!
So glad I have real friends who encourage my every bad decision.
I’m sorry for the things you struggle with that you don't talk about. 🫂🫶🏼😘 Unless you're a piece of shit, then by all means, struggle harder.
One thousand percent ‼️‼️
Celibacy isn't hard for a woman who knows her value. Most men today aren't worth her time or body. She's not desperate for physical connection. She's not settling for mediocre intimacy. She's not giving herself to men who don't value her. She's not sharing her body with men…
It's kinda rude my hands aren't on your ass right now, but whatever
In shadows of vanishing twilight I chase a midnight high Under a canopy of dying stars I long to taste the light in His eyes But He no longer takes me in And scorched by searing sun Our last heat comes undone Love gone and far beyond The longing of my flesh deprived Dulls eyes…
Drunk, but he swore the #eyelet in her corset blinked, as she stood in front of him. “Now guvna. Your shiny pennies are going to give us a good time.” That's the last thing the young master remembered, after waking up in a bloody mess, with his legs missing. #horrorprompt
Today’s Mantra: The life I dream of and desire is possible. As I heal, change and grow I attract this new reality. I AM focused and trusting the process.
My darkness Craves her Soft delicate Femininity An insatiable Hunger A desire To simply Ravage And devour Her To control Own and Use Her body In the most Primal Of ways
History doesn’t always repeat because we’re blind... sometimes, it’s because we resist clarity. We recognize our mistakes but we’re not ready to face them. The lesson is often obvious but we still choose the comfort of familiar pain over the discomfort of truth.🩸🥀
an ocean writing love letters to the shore except the waves are poets. they cannot leave the sand to dry. the words are too pretty and plenty. the night is too beautiful, and the taste of poems too good not to eat. ~K.T. #kaytpoems #rdwriting #yasmine #jonahlevkowicz
you’re not just a desire, you’re the pause between ache & aftertaste, bittersweet & burning.
First Night The door clicked shut, the silence swelled, Two rings, one name, where love now dwelled. She stood before him… bare of gown, But crowned in lace, with hair let down. A garter hugged her waiting thigh, As hunger danced within her eye. She bit her lip, then led his…
Her sacred body Revealed to me Where do I begin The softness of her silken skin The dazzling dimples as she smiles When I do cutely kiss Her mesmerizing mouth As she safely sleeps In my affectionate arms (sacred body) #Amatory @Amatoryq That 👊
The night came undressed in seductive sin Black covers in silences screamed in bright colors Mouths spoke in soundless tongues Skins sighed in muted moans And at the highest high Unaware of what amongst Ecstasy did find its voice In loud exalted groans We didn’t have a choice…
I’m thankful when people show their true colors, it saves me the trouble of painting them better than they are.