true power submits
with tender foreplay
a feral exchange
under the moonlight
our souls in distinction
time the quiet nights
while my fingers trace
your familiar secrets
lowering my tongue
deep in your valley
sipping on delight
sensing the edge in tension
true power submits
with tender foreplay
a feral exchange
under the moonlight
our souls in distinction
time the quiet nights
while my fingers trace
your familiar secrets
lowering my tongue
deep in your valley
sipping on delight
sensing the edge in tension
under movement of light
tracing fingers
along your abdomen
curves craving
bordered softness
ever higher
to the tender prize
the underside
of your breast swells
as our gaze locks
in understanding
captivated trust
as belief floods a quill
under movement of light
tracing fingers
along your abdomen
curves craving
bordered softness
ever higher
to the tender prize
the underside
of your breast swells
as our gaze locks
in understanding
captivated trust
as belief floods a quill
while the light fades
shallow breaths tease
the devil in her eyes
longing to be bred
an entrance begged
rewarded by patience
strikes the perfect chord
where whispers plead
for a tongue’s touch
through silk sins
#FoxProse
#wildwickedwords
📷eb boudoir
while the light fades
shallow breaths tease
the devil in her eyes
longing to be bred
an entrance begged
rewarded by patience
strikes the perfect chord
where whispers plead
for a tongue’s touch
through silk sins
#FoxProse
#wildwickedwords
📷eb boudoir
shivering hearts extend
leaning across your chest
an ambient gift of stillness
kissing in pulsed time
duality descends sublime
cuddling to uncover the darkness
sighs, a love song in Winter
fucking as this rapturous fall
offers glory through pain
shivering hearts extend
leaning across your chest
an ambient gift of stillness
kissing in pulsed time
duality descends sublime
cuddling to uncover the darkness
sighs, a love song in Winter
fucking as this rapturous fall
offers glory through pain
summoned
by a slow saunter
a flourish unbidden
flares
so truth becomes a weapon
left to grip the sheets tightly
tempting the echoes to call
my blade lowers
to your chalice
yearning
to pull back the bow
growing
to conquer the space
sinking into satin
to seek your sighs
summoned
by a slow saunter
a flourish unbidden
flares
so truth becomes a weapon
left to grip the sheets tightly
tempting the echoes to call
my blade lowers
to your chalice
yearning
to pull back the bow
growing
to conquer the space
sinking into satin
to seek your sighs
ivory in ebony firmly traced
where our simmering souls
discover the taste teasingly placed
satin notes bled compassion
to take the night its prisoner
our heated touch flickering
gasps between dripping wax
along a tension-teased canvas
#Amatory
#FoxProse
along the edge
these evolving elations
lengthen and swell
midnights lace
their scarlet traces
into tales born
in a space beyond trust
careful hands
soak my stars softly
while the bloom
loses her inhibitions
welcoming the burn
along the edge
these evolving elations
lengthen and swell
midnights lace
their scarlet traces
into tales born
in a space beyond trust
careful hands
soak my stars softly
while the bloom
loses her inhibitions
welcoming the burn
our haven to silence the dark
as deviant desires play
across such gracious lips
the screen door
shares our nakedness
lying to worship
absorbing the moon
while longing leans
and anticipations drip
conversations run deep
escaping finality’s grip
our haven to silence the dark
as deviant desires play
across such gracious lips
the screen door
shares our nakedness
lying to worship
absorbing the moon
while longing leans
and anticipations drip
conversations run deep
escaping finality’s grip
The brush hovers
The canvas craves
We wander along gone years
Where the tenderest violence sought
And the sweetest fruit beckons
Altered lust in layers
Written with heat
Your lips to mine
Longing to murmur
This pen becomes the whip
Where the words of our world sway
The brush hovers
The canvas craves
We wander along gone years
Where the tenderest violence sought
And the sweetest fruit beckons
Altered lust in layers
Written with heat
Your lips to mine
Longing to murmur
This pen becomes the whip
Where the words of our world sway
…innocence
the book opens before us
a scene to not only be seen
but acted in its entirety
muses of fantasy flourish
where souls sought surrender
and dragon’s blades bury deeply
dark little secrets wonder
with each breath
understanding
we cannot retreat
#FoxProse
#Amatory
Be creative, kind, and write what you feel! You don't need to use the words, and combos are welcome. Tag #FoxProse for interaction!.
Be creative, kind, and write what you feel! You don't need to use the words, and combos are welcome. Tag #FoxProse for interaction!.
drawing me slowly
across the threshold
inching forward
stretching you
where tension called desire floods
your panting against my lips
euphoria stings the imagination
legs around my waist
so anticipation locks the night…
and our rhythm opens the gates
drawing me slowly
across the threshold
inching forward
stretching you
where tension called desire floods
your panting against my lips
euphoria stings the imagination
legs around my waist
so anticipation locks the night…
and our rhythm opens the gates
in this illicit flickering
where ravens take flight
our skin perfectly tense
where taut thoughts tingle
mutual submission brings
where admiration rings
on this Hallows eve night
a tender invasion begun
so we’ll come undone
since the time is near
in this illicit flickering
where ravens take flight
our skin perfectly tense
where taut thoughts tingle
mutual submission brings
where admiration rings
on this Hallows eve night
a tender invasion begun
so we’ll come undone
since the time is near
waiting to show where the rainbow bows
teasing my pen with delicious prose…
the perfect muse with delicate wing
she draws my heart to always sing…
#vss365
📷 @darkxfer
waiting to show where the rainbow bows
teasing my pen with delicious prose…
the perfect muse with delicate wing
she draws my heart to always sing…
#vss365
📷 @darkxfer
We are remembering this month!
#FoxProse
We are remembering this month!
#FoxProse
don't chase the noise
take my hand
trust the rhythm
worship comes nigh
as the needle hits the groove
drawing the electric edge
closer in the moments
a pocket of quiet
as our lips yearning
to sate the burning deep inside
#FoxProse
#Amatory @amatoryq.bsky.social
#inkMine
don't chase the noise
take my hand
trust the rhythm
worship comes nigh
as the needle hits the groove
drawing the electric edge
closer in the moments
a pocket of quiet
as our lips yearning
to sate the burning deep inside
#FoxProse
#Amatory @amatoryq.bsky.social
#inkMine
Be creative, be kind, and write what you feel! You don't need to explicitly use the words, and combos are welcome.
Tag #FoxProse for anything you’d like us to see. 🖤🤍
#writingcommunity #poetry
Be creative, be kind, and write what you feel! You don't need to explicitly use the words, and combos are welcome.
Tag #FoxProse for anything you’d like us to see. 🖤🤍
#writingcommunity #poetry