christopher sexton
@christhecocreator.bsky.social
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Pinned
my barber calls it a mohawk,
but the mystic in me calls it the middle path
between ecstasy & enlightenment.
if you've never let a woman grip ur hair
to center her root with ur crown,
like she’s steering the kundalini itself,
while ur tongue traces the geometry
of creation... you wouldn't
understand.
but the mystic in me calls it the middle path
between ecstasy & enlightenment.
if you've never let a woman grip ur hair
to center her root with ur crown,
like she’s steering the kundalini itself,
while ur tongue traces the geometry
of creation... you wouldn't
understand.
love language
December 8, 2025 at 9:16 PM
love language
imagine hating on me while i’m literally in bed, getting paid to worship her with a rose quartz wand, and take notes while she parts the veil. while you’re trolling in the comments. tragic.
October 18, 2025 at 5:18 PM
imagine hating on me while i’m literally in bed, getting paid to worship her with a rose quartz wand, and take notes while she parts the veil. while you’re trolling in the comments. tragic.
every man who calls himself king
should know what it means
to let her throne
be his face.
don't you dare
speak about leadership
until you learn the language of her hips.
should know what it means
to let her throne
be his face.
don't you dare
speak about leadership
until you learn the language of her hips.
October 18, 2025 at 4:32 AM
every man who calls himself king
should know what it means
to let her throne
be his face.
don't you dare
speak about leadership
until you learn the language of her hips.
should know what it means
to let her throne
be his face.
don't you dare
speak about leadership
until you learn the language of her hips.
my barber calls it a mohawk,
but the mystic in me calls it the middle path
between ecstasy & enlightenment.
if you've never let a woman grip ur hair
to center her root with ur crown,
like she’s steering the kundalini itself,
while ur tongue traces the geometry
of creation... you wouldn't
understand.
but the mystic in me calls it the middle path
between ecstasy & enlightenment.
if you've never let a woman grip ur hair
to center her root with ur crown,
like she’s steering the kundalini itself,
while ur tongue traces the geometry
of creation... you wouldn't
understand.
October 18, 2025 at 4:31 AM
my barber calls it a mohawk,
but the mystic in me calls it the middle path
between ecstasy & enlightenment.
if you've never let a woman grip ur hair
to center her root with ur crown,
like she’s steering the kundalini itself,
while ur tongue traces the geometry
of creation... you wouldn't
understand.
but the mystic in me calls it the middle path
between ecstasy & enlightenment.
if you've never let a woman grip ur hair
to center her root with ur crown,
like she’s steering the kundalini itself,
while ur tongue traces the geometry
of creation... you wouldn't
understand.
if you haven't fallen apart mid-kiss,
questioning whether this is love, lust,
or leftover stardust from another life,
are you even practicing esoteric eroticism?
or are you still playing at missionary
spirituality?
questioning whether this is love, lust,
or leftover stardust from another life,
are you even practicing esoteric eroticism?
or are you still playing at missionary
spirituality?
October 18, 2025 at 4:29 AM
if you haven't fallen apart mid-kiss,
questioning whether this is love, lust,
or leftover stardust from another life,
are you even practicing esoteric eroticism?
or are you still playing at missionary
spirituality?
questioning whether this is love, lust,
or leftover stardust from another life,
are you even practicing esoteric eroticism?
or are you still playing at missionary
spirituality?
wild how shame shapeshifts.
i used to hate my nose.
got bullied for it being too big.
now it’s the thing
that makes her legs tremble
when i'm eating her from the back.
guess healing’s funny like that.
turns wounds into weapons
of worship.
or maybe
i'm just wild.
i used to hate my nose.
got bullied for it being too big.
now it’s the thing
that makes her legs tremble
when i'm eating her from the back.
guess healing’s funny like that.
turns wounds into weapons
of worship.
or maybe
i'm just wild.
October 18, 2025 at 4:28 AM
wild how shame shapeshifts.
i used to hate my nose.
got bullied for it being too big.
now it’s the thing
that makes her legs tremble
when i'm eating her from the back.
guess healing’s funny like that.
turns wounds into weapons
of worship.
or maybe
i'm just wild.
i used to hate my nose.
got bullied for it being too big.
now it’s the thing
that makes her legs tremble
when i'm eating her from the back.
guess healing’s funny like that.
turns wounds into weapons
of worship.
or maybe
i'm just wild.
hear me out:
what if the pyramids weren’t
built with slave labor... but with song?
like, literal vibration. just imagine
being so in tune with the universe
that your moans could unravel
and reshape matter.
what if the pyramids weren’t
built with slave labor... but with song?
like, literal vibration. just imagine
being so in tune with the universe
that your moans could unravel
and reshape matter.
October 18, 2025 at 4:28 AM
hear me out:
what if the pyramids weren’t
built with slave labor... but with song?
like, literal vibration. just imagine
being so in tune with the universe
that your moans could unravel
and reshape matter.
what if the pyramids weren’t
built with slave labor... but with song?
like, literal vibration. just imagine
being so in tune with the universe
that your moans could unravel
and reshape matter.
if you’ve never heard the sound
of a woman’s hips begging in rhythms
her mouth will never understand,
you don’t know music.
of a woman’s hips begging in rhythms
her mouth will never understand,
you don’t know music.
October 18, 2025 at 4:27 AM
if you’ve never heard the sound
of a woman’s hips begging in rhythms
her mouth will never understand,
you don’t know music.
of a woman’s hips begging in rhythms
her mouth will never understand,
you don’t know music.
when she arches her spine and exhales,
i swear i can hear the angels
rewrite the alphabet.
so i stopped drawing sigils,
and started speaking the language of her
yes.
i swear i can hear the angels
rewrite the alphabet.
so i stopped drawing sigils,
and started speaking the language of her
yes.
October 18, 2025 at 4:27 AM
when she arches her spine and exhales,
i swear i can hear the angels
rewrite the alphabet.
so i stopped drawing sigils,
and started speaking the language of her
yes.
i swear i can hear the angels
rewrite the alphabet.
so i stopped drawing sigils,
and started speaking the language of her
yes.
my love language is her eyes rolling back
like she’s possessed, and i’m the priest,
demon, and savior all in one.
like she’s possessed, and i’m the priest,
demon, and savior all in one.
October 18, 2025 at 4:27 AM
my love language is her eyes rolling back
like she’s possessed, and i’m the priest,
demon, and savior all in one.
like she’s possessed, and i’m the priest,
demon, and savior all in one.
i could write a thousand poems about love,
but nothing compares to the way her thighs
write one across my face.
but nothing compares to the way her thighs
write one across my face.
October 18, 2025 at 4:27 AM
i could write a thousand poems about love,
but nothing compares to the way her thighs
write one across my face.
but nothing compares to the way her thighs
write one across my face.
fuck nudes. show me your gnosis.
October 18, 2025 at 4:27 AM
fuck nudes. show me your gnosis.
horny for coherence.
call me old fashioned,
but i like my foreplay with a side of
electromagnetic field alignment.
seriously. there's nothing sexier
than a body fully lit by awareness
humming like a love song to creation.
call me old fashioned,
but i like my foreplay with a side of
electromagnetic field alignment.
seriously. there's nothing sexier
than a body fully lit by awareness
humming like a love song to creation.
October 18, 2025 at 4:26 AM
horny for coherence.
call me old fashioned,
but i like my foreplay with a side of
electromagnetic field alignment.
seriously. there's nothing sexier
than a body fully lit by awareness
humming like a love song to creation.
call me old fashioned,
but i like my foreplay with a side of
electromagnetic field alignment.
seriously. there's nothing sexier
than a body fully lit by awareness
humming like a love song to creation.
when you eye gaze long enough
the ego dies.
no wonder
they made medusa a monster.
the ego dies.
no wonder
they made medusa a monster.
October 18, 2025 at 4:26 AM
when you eye gaze long enough
the ego dies.
no wonder
they made medusa a monster.
the ego dies.
no wonder
they made medusa a monster.
nothing rearranges a belief faster
than being kissed by someone who refuses
to let you stay small.
than being kissed by someone who refuses
to let you stay small.
October 18, 2025 at 4:25 AM
nothing rearranges a belief faster
than being kissed by someone who refuses
to let you stay small.
than being kissed by someone who refuses
to let you stay small.
love is the original alchemy.
you can turn shame into gold
just by touching it consciously.
you can turn shame into gold
just by touching it consciously.
October 18, 2025 at 4:25 AM
love is the original alchemy.
you can turn shame into gold
just by touching it consciously.
you can turn shame into gold
just by touching it consciously.
hey babe,
if he can't handle your open heart...
he doesn't deserve to taste your orgasm.
if he can't handle your open heart...
he doesn't deserve to taste your orgasm.
October 18, 2025 at 4:25 AM
hey babe,
if he can't handle your open heart...
he doesn't deserve to taste your orgasm.
if he can't handle your open heart...
he doesn't deserve to taste your orgasm.
Reposted by christopher sexton
September 21, 2025 at 8:42 PM
Reposted by christopher sexton
audacity blushed when it met her.
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audacity blushed when it met her.
her body is poetry.
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September 30, 2025 at 5:53 PM
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people say sex sells
but they never tell you
truth fucks harder.
but they never tell you
truth fucks harder.
August 24, 2025 at 12:31 AM
people say sex sells
but they never tell you
truth fucks harder.
but they never tell you
truth fucks harder.
the church taught me to fear hell. addiction taught me i was already living there. poetry taught me to flirt with fire until even the flames wanted to marry me.
August 22, 2025 at 4:29 PM
the church taught me to fear hell. addiction taught me i was already living there. poetry taught me to flirt with fire until even the flames wanted to marry me.
sometimes i wish i could tattoo my notes app rants across my skin. that way you’d stop asking me to be palatable and finally see the graffiti of my insides.
August 22, 2025 at 4:28 PM
sometimes i wish i could tattoo my notes app rants across my skin. that way you’d stop asking me to be palatable and finally see the graffiti of my insides.
half the “mental health crisis” is just people realizing they were never meant to sit under fluorescent lights 40+ hours a week pretending spreadsheets are their soul purpose.
August 22, 2025 at 4:25 PM
half the “mental health crisis” is just people realizing they were never meant to sit under fluorescent lights 40+ hours a week pretending spreadsheets are their soul purpose.
listen babe...
if he can't unclench your jaw,
he doesn't deserve to unclasp your bra.
if he can't unclench your jaw,
he doesn't deserve to unclasp your bra.
August 13, 2025 at 7:00 AM
listen babe...
if he can't unclench your jaw,
he doesn't deserve to unclasp your bra.
if he can't unclench your jaw,
he doesn't deserve to unclasp your bra.
nothing in this world
tastes better than a woman
tasting her own freedom.
tastes better than a woman
tasting her own freedom.
August 13, 2025 at 6:59 AM
nothing in this world
tastes better than a woman
tasting her own freedom.
tastes better than a woman
tasting her own freedom.