Lusien de Vire
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“You look like an angel,” they said.
“But there’s a devil behind your eyes.”
I smiled.
I don’t belong to heaven.
I never begged for hell.
I belong to myself.
And the devil?
He wears silk — and doesn’t ask permission.
⛧ Lusien de Vire ⛧
“But there’s a devil behind your eyes.”
I smiled.
I don’t belong to heaven.
I never begged for hell.
I belong to myself.
And the devil?
He wears silk — and doesn’t ask permission.
⛧ Lusien de Vire ⛧
A stranger inside me — warm, unyielding rubber, stretching me open.
And then… the hum. Low, deep, relentless.
Each pulse climbs through me like a serpent,
wrapping around my breath,
until there’s nothing left but trembling.
I don’t touch.
I don’t need to.
My body obeys — opens — offers.
And then… the hum. Low, deep, relentless.
Each pulse climbs through me like a serpent,
wrapping around my breath,
until there’s nothing left but trembling.
I don’t touch.
I don’t need to.
My body obeys — opens — offers.
August 12, 2025 at 9:04 AM
A stranger inside me — warm, unyielding rubber, stretching me open.
And then… the hum. Low, deep, relentless.
Each pulse climbs through me like a serpent,
wrapping around my breath,
until there’s nothing left but trembling.
I don’t touch.
I don’t need to.
My body obeys — opens — offers.
And then… the hum. Low, deep, relentless.
Each pulse climbs through me like a serpent,
wrapping around my breath,
until there’s nothing left but trembling.
I don’t touch.
I don’t need to.
My body obeys — opens — offers.