Wolfie's Place
@canislupuspoeta.bsky.social
M. 59. Str8 cis. Sensual poet & Wordsmith. Posting full poetry pieces & vignettes since 2005 (on the old Yahoo 360). I'm going 33-1/3 in a digital world. I don't do politics. No unsolicited DMs. Turn on my notifications so you don't miss a post.
My wish tonight,
that you shimmer like silver possessed
by the saint of sin,
who fills you with the milk of the moon
and stars that melt you into the depths of paradise.
I pray that this sinful ecstasy
is the only suffering you will know
until the dreamy grip of sleep overtakes you. . .
that you shimmer like silver possessed
by the saint of sin,
who fills you with the milk of the moon
and stars that melt you into the depths of paradise.
I pray that this sinful ecstasy
is the only suffering you will know
until the dreamy grip of sleep overtakes you. . .
November 24, 2025 at 8:55 PM
My wish tonight,
that you shimmer like silver possessed
by the saint of sin,
who fills you with the milk of the moon
and stars that melt you into the depths of paradise.
I pray that this sinful ecstasy
is the only suffering you will know
until the dreamy grip of sleep overtakes you. . .
that you shimmer like silver possessed
by the saint of sin,
who fills you with the milk of the moon
and stars that melt you into the depths of paradise.
I pray that this sinful ecstasy
is the only suffering you will know
until the dreamy grip of sleep overtakes you. . .
I'm such a needy Wolfie today. . .
Hands caressing my own body
Fingers tracing patterns
Enticing me to gooseflesh
One fist curled in my hair
The other a feathered touch
The trickle of syrup
Tapped by a subconscious trigger
Bringing lubricants of divinity
Making me ache for you. . .
Hands caressing my own body
Fingers tracing patterns
Enticing me to gooseflesh
One fist curled in my hair
The other a feathered touch
The trickle of syrup
Tapped by a subconscious trigger
Bringing lubricants of divinity
Making me ache for you. . .
November 24, 2025 at 4:33 PM
I'm such a needy Wolfie today. . .
Hands caressing my own body
Fingers tracing patterns
Enticing me to gooseflesh
One fist curled in my hair
The other a feathered touch
The trickle of syrup
Tapped by a subconscious trigger
Bringing lubricants of divinity
Making me ache for you. . .
Hands caressing my own body
Fingers tracing patterns
Enticing me to gooseflesh
One fist curled in my hair
The other a feathered touch
The trickle of syrup
Tapped by a subconscious trigger
Bringing lubricants of divinity
Making me ache for you. . .
Come a little closer. . .
November 24, 2025 at 4:14 PM
Come a little closer. . .
Capable blush. The smoke in her eyes and the fire in her skin was more than enough to make him stiffen and try to hide the pulse and swelling. But she knew, and she knew that he was already fighting to keep that first drop hidden. . .
November 24, 2025 at 1:31 PM
Capable blush. The smoke in her eyes and the fire in her skin was more than enough to make him stiffen and try to hide the pulse and swelling. But she knew, and she knew that he was already fighting to keep that first drop hidden. . .
Shudders taking you
As I press against your weeping
Cupped to collect your liquid galaxy
Into my waiting palm
Trembling
Meeting my smoldering patience
And another shudder takes you
Walls rippling
Issuing demands
You spread wide
Welcoming me within
The place where I've always been. . .
As I press against your weeping
Cupped to collect your liquid galaxy
Into my waiting palm
Trembling
Meeting my smoldering patience
And another shudder takes you
Walls rippling
Issuing demands
You spread wide
Welcoming me within
The place where I've always been. . .
November 21, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Shudders taking you
As I press against your weeping
Cupped to collect your liquid galaxy
Into my waiting palm
Trembling
Meeting my smoldering patience
And another shudder takes you
Walls rippling
Issuing demands
You spread wide
Welcoming me within
The place where I've always been. . .
As I press against your weeping
Cupped to collect your liquid galaxy
Into my waiting palm
Trembling
Meeting my smoldering patience
And another shudder takes you
Walls rippling
Issuing demands
You spread wide
Welcoming me within
The place where I've always been. . .
Sitting in this quiet office
I am imagining how my hands might feel
Slowly sliding across your hips
I am thinking about your lips
And what I will do with them
What I might taste with my tongue.
I am imagining my fingers
Gently underneath your chin
Urging you, urgently
Opening parts of you. . .
I am imagining how my hands might feel
Slowly sliding across your hips
I am thinking about your lips
And what I will do with them
What I might taste with my tongue.
I am imagining my fingers
Gently underneath your chin
Urging you, urgently
Opening parts of you. . .
November 21, 2025 at 5:35 PM
Sitting in this quiet office
I am imagining how my hands might feel
Slowly sliding across your hips
I am thinking about your lips
And what I will do with them
What I might taste with my tongue.
I am imagining my fingers
Gently underneath your chin
Urging you, urgently
Opening parts of you. . .
I am imagining how my hands might feel
Slowly sliding across your hips
I am thinking about your lips
And what I will do with them
What I might taste with my tongue.
I am imagining my fingers
Gently underneath your chin
Urging you, urgently
Opening parts of you. . .
1/2
She glistens in shades of rose wine
Warmth melting inhibitions
Flesh begging to be devoured
A hint of its sweetness
beckons as it lingers on still air
Molten steel
Heat rises
A gentle touch
Electricity liquefies
There, in the light
Transformed by a glance that holds the promise of passion
She glistens in shades of rose wine
Warmth melting inhibitions
Flesh begging to be devoured
A hint of its sweetness
beckons as it lingers on still air
Molten steel
Heat rises
A gentle touch
Electricity liquefies
There, in the light
Transformed by a glance that holds the promise of passion
November 21, 2025 at 4:34 PM
1/2
She glistens in shades of rose wine
Warmth melting inhibitions
Flesh begging to be devoured
A hint of its sweetness
beckons as it lingers on still air
Molten steel
Heat rises
A gentle touch
Electricity liquefies
There, in the light
Transformed by a glance that holds the promise of passion
She glistens in shades of rose wine
Warmth melting inhibitions
Flesh begging to be devoured
A hint of its sweetness
beckons as it lingers on still air
Molten steel
Heat rises
A gentle touch
Electricity liquefies
There, in the light
Transformed by a glance that holds the promise of passion
And she wished on the moon for the boy who would uncover every scar she hid and hop the fence to deliver her stolen flowers. . .
November 21, 2025 at 1:54 PM
And she wished on the moon for the boy who would uncover every scar she hid and hop the fence to deliver her stolen flowers. . .
I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea, I'm more like a double shot of stiff whiskey. Mindfully, it's you that chooses to drink or not. If you're here, thanks for following and feeling along with me!
November 20, 2025 at 9:20 PM
I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea, I'm more like a double shot of stiff whiskey. Mindfully, it's you that chooses to drink or not. If you're here, thanks for following and feeling along with me!
I dreamed your touch made us liquid, and we passed through mountains like rain through rock, and felt the breath of ages singing in our bones. I wish you could hear all the wind chimes waking up inside me every time you find me in a dream. . .
November 20, 2025 at 9:00 PM
I dreamed your touch made us liquid, and we passed through mountains like rain through rock, and felt the breath of ages singing in our bones. I wish you could hear all the wind chimes waking up inside me every time you find me in a dream. . .
I miss the need, the fire, the comfort, the desire, being bared down to the primal and lifted to the divine, body and soul raging with life and lust. . .
November 19, 2025 at 7:54 PM
I miss the need, the fire, the comfort, the desire, being bared down to the primal and lifted to the divine, body and soul raging with life and lust. . .
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. .
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. . .
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. . .
I know my mind can be a lot to handle. Maybe you just need to use both hands. . .
November 12, 2025 at 3:18 PM
I know my mind can be a lot to handle. Maybe you just need to use both hands. . .
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. . .
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. . .
