Wolfie's Place
@canislupuspoeta.bsky.social
M. 59. Sensual poet. Posting full poetry pieces & vignettes since 2005 (Yahoo 360). I'm going 33-1/3 in a digital world. No politics please. Unsolicited DM = instant block.
Pinned
Smoldering anticipation. He waits. Remembering. Still feeling the wonder of her eyes and vision. He waits. Passing the past during the present to see the future. He waits. Still writing on ribbons to press on her skin when he sees her again. . .
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Even the sun trembles when it settles on you. . .
November 11, 2025 at 3:40 PM
Even the sun trembles when it settles on you. . .
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I could bathe in your smile
Until the heavens decided
To let go of the stars,
Letting them fall like
The most beautiful rain
You have ever seen
And yet still,
My eyes would never
Leave yours. . .
Until the heavens decided
To let go of the stars,
Letting them fall like
The most beautiful rain
You have ever seen
And yet still,
My eyes would never
Leave yours. . .
October 28, 2025 at 1:29 PM
I could bathe in your smile
Until the heavens decided
To let go of the stars,
Letting them fall like
The most beautiful rain
You have ever seen
And yet still,
My eyes would never
Leave yours. . .
Until the heavens decided
To let go of the stars,
Letting them fall like
The most beautiful rain
You have ever seen
And yet still,
My eyes would never
Leave yours. . .
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In my dreams we take turns being the raindrop and the flood. . .
November 11, 2025 at 1:17 PM
In my dreams we take turns being the raindrop and the flood. . .
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The aching I endure
In my waking
Feelings of my body quaking
To your words and images
I long to feel you quiver
To taste your liquidity
Excitement racing through my veins like lightening
An unbearable desire rushing through me so exciting
Completely entranced by your spell. . .
In my waking
Feelings of my body quaking
To your words and images
I long to feel you quiver
To taste your liquidity
Excitement racing through my veins like lightening
An unbearable desire rushing through me so exciting
Completely entranced by your spell. . .
November 11, 2025 at 8:51 PM
The aching I endure
In my waking
Feelings of my body quaking
To your words and images
I long to feel you quiver
To taste your liquidity
Excitement racing through my veins like lightening
An unbearable desire rushing through me so exciting
Completely entranced by your spell. . .
In my waking
Feelings of my body quaking
To your words and images
I long to feel you quiver
To taste your liquidity
Excitement racing through my veins like lightening
An unbearable desire rushing through me so exciting
Completely entranced by your spell. . .
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And she wished on the moon for the boy who would uncover every scar she hid and want to understand where each one came from. . .
November 12, 2025 at 2:03 PM
And she wished on the moon for the boy who would uncover every scar she hid and want to understand where each one came from. . .
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Hunger pulses
Through aching channels
As I grapple with my greed
Once is not enough
To sate my desperation
I sing your name
Just to taste it. . .
Through aching channels
As I grapple with my greed
Once is not enough
To sate my desperation
I sing your name
Just to taste it. . .
November 10, 2025 at 8:27 PM
Hunger pulses
Through aching channels
As I grapple with my greed
Once is not enough
To sate my desperation
I sing your name
Just to taste it. . .
Through aching channels
As I grapple with my greed
Once is not enough
To sate my desperation
I sing your name
Just to taste it. . .
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I call to the sea, come swallow me
But she says she'll never be
Big enough to fit all my angst in her mouth
So she kisses my head
And tells me to ask the sky. . .
But she says she'll never be
Big enough to fit all my angst in her mouth
So she kisses my head
And tells me to ask the sky. . .
November 12, 2025 at 8:59 PM
I call to the sea, come swallow me
But she says she'll never be
Big enough to fit all my angst in her mouth
So she kisses my head
And tells me to ask the sky. . .
But she says she'll never be
Big enough to fit all my angst in her mouth
So she kisses my head
And tells me to ask the sky. . .
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With your pleasure
I welcome this pain
Feels like torture
Yet I yearn for more
My body aching for your touch
My fantasies alight
Your lust engorging my soul
My urgent release
You feed
Until we both are left
Spent and pleased. . .
I welcome this pain
Feels like torture
Yet I yearn for more
My body aching for your touch
My fantasies alight
Your lust engorging my soul
My urgent release
You feed
Until we both are left
Spent and pleased. . .
November 14, 2025 at 7:50 PM
With your pleasure
I welcome this pain
Feels like torture
Yet I yearn for more
My body aching for your touch
My fantasies alight
Your lust engorging my soul
My urgent release
You feed
Until we both are left
Spent and pleased. . .
I welcome this pain
Feels like torture
Yet I yearn for more
My body aching for your touch
My fantasies alight
Your lust engorging my soul
My urgent release
You feed
Until we both are left
Spent and pleased. . .
Dewy drop needs a lick. . .
November 15, 2025 at 5:42 AM
Dewy drop needs a lick. . .
Anyone wanna help?
November 15, 2025 at 5:39 AM
Anyone wanna help?
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Smoldering anticipation. He waits. Remembering. Still feeling the wonder of her eyes and vision. He waits. Passing the past during the present to see the future. He waits. Still writing on ribbons to press on her skin when he sees her again. . .
November 10, 2025 at 7:16 PM
Smoldering anticipation. He waits. Remembering. Still feeling the wonder of her eyes and vision. He waits. Passing the past during the present to see the future. He waits. Still writing on ribbons to press on her skin when he sees her again. . .
With your pleasure
I welcome this pain
Feels like torture
Yet I yearn for more
My body aching for your touch
My fantasies alight
Your lust engorging my soul
My urgent release
You feed
Until we both are left
Spent and pleased. . .
I welcome this pain
Feels like torture
Yet I yearn for more
My body aching for your touch
My fantasies alight
Your lust engorging my soul
My urgent release
You feed
Until we both are left
Spent and pleased. . .
November 14, 2025 at 7:50 PM
With your pleasure
I welcome this pain
Feels like torture
Yet I yearn for more
My body aching for your touch
My fantasies alight
Your lust engorging my soul
My urgent release
You feed
Until we both are left
Spent and pleased. . .
I welcome this pain
Feels like torture
Yet I yearn for more
My body aching for your touch
My fantasies alight
Your lust engorging my soul
My urgent release
You feed
Until we both are left
Spent and pleased. . .
You can find her in every book, in every poem, hiding in the words you can't see. .
November 14, 2025 at 5:58 PM
You can find her in every book, in every poem, hiding in the words you can't see. .
Invisible I stand before you. You don't notice me. You don't want to. Yet the air I breathe is yours. And without it I would perish. . .
November 14, 2025 at 3:08 PM
Invisible I stand before you. You don't notice me. You don't want to. Yet the air I breathe is yours. And without it I would perish. . .
The night is something that brings about a certain sense of the unknown and fear. However, when we live a life of selfless love, there is nothing that can overcome us or that we can’t ‘transform’, even the darkest of nights. . .
November 14, 2025 at 2:28 PM
The night is something that brings about a certain sense of the unknown and fear. However, when we live a life of selfless love, there is nothing that can overcome us or that we can’t ‘transform’, even the darkest of nights. . .
Good morning, Beautiful. Sometimes I have words in me and they have no place to go. But like water finds the ocean, I pray my words find their way to you. . .
November 14, 2025 at 2:07 PM
Good morning, Beautiful. Sometimes I have words in me and they have no place to go. But like water finds the ocean, I pray my words find their way to you. . .
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And in that moment he traced maps on her back with the tips of his fingers as if she were the whole world. . .
November 5, 2025 at 7:13 PM
And in that moment he traced maps on her back with the tips of his fingers as if she were the whole world. . .
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And she needed to feel him within
Owning her most sacred places
Declaring his claim with each movement
In each moment
In the most primal of ways. . .
Owning her most sacred places
Declaring his claim with each movement
In each moment
In the most primal of ways. . .
November 5, 2025 at 7:29 PM
And she needed to feel him within
Owning her most sacred places
Declaring his claim with each movement
In each moment
In the most primal of ways. . .
Owning her most sacred places
Declaring his claim with each movement
In each moment
In the most primal of ways. . .
"Good morning, Beautiful!" to everyone who didn't get that text this morning. You are a rare & subtle art form only few understand. Those that see you can never unsee your beauty, divinity & worth. Those that don't, are incredibly poorer for it. . .
November 13, 2025 at 2:37 PM
"Good morning, Beautiful!" to everyone who didn't get that text this morning. You are a rare & subtle art form only few understand. Those that see you can never unsee your beauty, divinity & worth. Those that don't, are incredibly poorer for it. . .
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Parting thought of the day:
Tonight, skip all the sad songs and only play the ones that make you dance. . . Stay beautiful.
Tonight, skip all the sad songs and only play the ones that make you dance. . . Stay beautiful.
November 7, 2025 at 9:37 PM
Parting thought of the day:
Tonight, skip all the sad songs and only play the ones that make you dance. . . Stay beautiful.
Tonight, skip all the sad songs and only play the ones that make you dance. . . Stay beautiful.
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Me and who? . . .
November 10, 2025 at 7:28 PM
Me and who? . . .
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And she needed to feel him within
Owning her most sacred places
Declaring his claim with each movement
In each moment
In the most primal of ways. . .
Owning her most sacred places
Declaring his claim with each movement
In each moment
In the most primal of ways. . .
November 10, 2025 at 2:55 PM
And she needed to feel him within
Owning her most sacred places
Declaring his claim with each movement
In each moment
In the most primal of ways. . .
Owning her most sacred places
Declaring his claim with each movement
In each moment
In the most primal of ways. . .
I call to the sea, come swallow me
But she says she'll never be
Big enough to fit all my angst in her mouth
So she kisses my head
And tells me to ask the sky. . .
But she says she'll never be
Big enough to fit all my angst in her mouth
So she kisses my head
And tells me to ask the sky. . .
November 12, 2025 at 8:59 PM
I call to the sea, come swallow me
But she says she'll never be
Big enough to fit all my angst in her mouth
So she kisses my head
And tells me to ask the sky. . .
But she says she'll never be
Big enough to fit all my angst in her mouth
So she kisses my head
And tells me to ask the sky. . .
Angelic. . .
Making it to #HumpDay feels so good…😉✨ Can you see the end of the week in sight? 💖😘
November 12, 2025 at 8:52 PM
Angelic. . .