Zev (Sin)
@delectablesin.bsky.social
29.
Ain’t got much ta say here.
Ain’t got much ta say here.
Wait.
Not for permission;
but for the way I decide to have you come undone.
Come here.
Not for touch,
but to learn the shape of my devotion through proximity alone.
Not for permission;
but for the way I decide to have you come undone.
Come here.
Not for touch,
but to learn the shape of my devotion through proximity alone.
November 4, 2025 at 2:30 AM
Wait.
Not for permission;
but for the way I decide to have you come undone.
Come here.
Not for touch,
but to learn the shape of my devotion through proximity alone.
Not for permission;
but for the way I decide to have you come undone.
Come here.
Not for touch,
but to learn the shape of my devotion through proximity alone.
Look at me.
Not with your eyes, but with whatever breaks inside you.
I move slowly, and you follow like it’s instinct.
Breathe deeper.
Good pet.
Let your rhythm match mine, not yours.
Even your pulse knows who it answers to.
Not with your eyes, but with whatever breaks inside you.
I move slowly, and you follow like it’s instinct.
Breathe deeper.
Good pet.
Let your rhythm match mine, not yours.
Even your pulse knows who it answers to.
November 4, 2025 at 2:30 AM
Look at me.
Not with your eyes, but with whatever breaks inside you.
I move slowly, and you follow like it’s instinct.
Breathe deeper.
Good pet.
Let your rhythm match mine, not yours.
Even your pulse knows who it answers to.
Not with your eyes, but with whatever breaks inside you.
I move slowly, and you follow like it’s instinct.
Breathe deeper.
Good pet.
Let your rhythm match mine, not yours.
Even your pulse knows who it answers to.
Of course. I care about you a lot.
October 17, 2025 at 3:55 AM
Of course. I care about you a lot.
Thank you, I’m glad
October 17, 2025 at 3:55 AM
Thank you, I’m glad
No, puppy, it’s not wrong at all. Wanting to be called something sweet, to be treated with care, to be heard. That’s not too much. That’s the bare minimum someone should offer when they care.
You deserve tenderness that doesn’t vanish when you speak. I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere.
You deserve tenderness that doesn’t vanish when you speak. I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere.
October 12, 2025 at 12:13 PM
No, puppy, it’s not wrong at all. Wanting to be called something sweet, to be treated with care, to be heard. That’s not too much. That’s the bare minimum someone should offer when they care.
You deserve tenderness that doesn’t vanish when you speak. I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere.
You deserve tenderness that doesn’t vanish when you speak. I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere.
That’s just part of the fun.
October 12, 2025 at 3:59 AM
That’s just part of the fun.
Pfft. You’re welcome princess
October 12, 2025 at 3:54 AM
Pfft. You’re welcome princess
Reminds me of that mermaid princess chick on the one monster prom game.
October 11, 2025 at 11:24 PM
Reminds me of that mermaid princess chick on the one monster prom game.
I’m sorry what? ….ow?
October 11, 2025 at 11:23 PM
I’m sorry what? ….ow?
I like it. Good job.
October 11, 2025 at 11:18 PM
I like it. Good job.
They’re fun to tease not gonna lie. Anticipation is just as much a weapon as anything else.
October 11, 2025 at 11:15 PM
They’re fun to tease not gonna lie. Anticipation is just as much a weapon as anything else.
Never knew what was gonna come after the last word.
October 11, 2025 at 11:14 PM
Never knew what was gonna come after the last word.
That’s a good one.
October 11, 2025 at 11:10 PM
That’s a good one.
I write poems if ya like that kind of shit
October 11, 2025 at 11:09 PM
I write poems if ya like that kind of shit
I am the storm you didn’t see coming
And now you bloom in the wreckage-
Beautiful
Broken
Mine.
And now you bloom in the wreckage-
Beautiful
Broken
Mine.
October 11, 2025 at 11:08 PM
I am the storm you didn’t see coming
And now you bloom in the wreckage-
Beautiful
Broken
Mine.
And now you bloom in the wreckage-
Beautiful
Broken
Mine.
I don’t ask for surrender.
I become the reason you offer it—
Unspoken and trembling,
like a secret you want me to spill.
You melt in the hush between my words,
where power builds—
without need of volume, only presence.
I become the reason you offer it—
Unspoken and trembling,
like a secret you want me to spill.
You melt in the hush between my words,
where power builds—
without need of volume, only presence.
October 11, 2025 at 11:08 PM
I don’t ask for surrender.
I become the reason you offer it—
Unspoken and trembling,
like a secret you want me to spill.
You melt in the hush between my words,
where power builds—
without need of volume, only presence.
I become the reason you offer it—
Unspoken and trembling,
like a secret you want me to spill.
You melt in the hush between my words,
where power builds—
without need of volume, only presence.