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fades...
fades...
tangled in thorns
and blooming midnight,
losing control over
his own desire for her rose.
tangled in thorns
and blooming midnight,
losing control over
his own desire for her rose.
shadow walls there
is so much more
between us than
stolen glances
and unspoken words,
because within
echos of time
you soothe my soul,
like seaside lavender
against the winding
rush of salt and water
tidal waves.
shadow walls there
is so much more
between us than
stolen glances
and unspoken words,
because within
echos of time
you soothe my soul,
like seaside lavender
against the winding
rush of salt and water
tidal waves.
meet the air like
blooming stars,
a glowing darkness
of streamed heat
absorbing sunshine,
like Icarus kissing fire
as your eyes are burned
into mine as we fall
into relentless desire.
meet the air like
blooming stars,
a glowing darkness
of streamed heat
absorbing sunshine,
like Icarus kissing fire
as your eyes are burned
into mine as we fall
into relentless desire.
the dreams you
almost forgot,
but found again
amongst the stars…
Good morning ✨
the dreams you
almost forgot,
but found again
amongst the stars…
Good morning ✨
walking through
the crying whispers
of my heart
melting exhales,
lost in the fierce
compassion
of your giving soul,
like a melody
singing its own
rhythm of pleasure,
waiting to fall
in the sublime liquid
of release between
your growing
tilting thrusts.
walking through
the crying whispers
of my heart
melting exhales,
lost in the fierce
compassion
of your giving soul,
like a melody
singing its own
rhythm of pleasure,
waiting to fall
in the sublime liquid
of release between
your growing
tilting thrusts.
For you to follow
the scent of
sugared lips
and wild honey
soaking my skin
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Between my
parted thighs…
a shimmering lust,
desire waiting
to be licked up,
to be devoured,
like it’s your
last meal,
by your
undaunted
tongue.
For you to follow
the scent of
sugared lips
and wild honey
soaking my skin
d
r
i
p
p
i
n
g
d
o
w
n
Between my
parted thighs…
a shimmering lust,
desire waiting
to be licked up,
to be devoured,
like it’s your
last meal,
by your
undaunted
tongue.
mess of sunlight
in this bed…
Good morning ☀️
mess of sunlight
in this bed…
Good morning ☀️
Return to the passionate and forbidden love between a Beauty and her Beast.
A poetic retelling of a life after Beast returns to his castle, where he finds Beauty in his library.
Waiting.
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Return to the passionate and forbidden love between a Beauty and her Beast.
A poetic retelling of a life after Beast returns to his castle, where he finds Beauty in his library.
Waiting.
1/2
lasting taste of
hands caressed,
kissed,
stained with
ink & desire,
longing words
like a soulful
crush between
our hot,
entwined
bodies.
lasting taste of
hands caressed,
kissed,
stained with
ink & desire,
longing words
like a soulful
crush between
our hot,
entwined
bodies.
drowning in
in whispers
of nightfall,
sinking into
deeper depths,
pools of passion,
all of this withheld
desire waiting for
your sunrise to
wash over me,
to reveal my
flooding ache
like glowing dew
kissed upon
summer roses.
drowning in
in whispers
of nightfall,
sinking into
deeper depths,
pools of passion,
all of this withheld
desire waiting for
your sunrise to
wash over me,
to reveal my
flooding ache
like glowing dew
kissed upon
summer roses.
fills tonight’s embrace
along cloaked starlight,
my shadow angel,
my handsome devil
on his knees,
because behind the
smile he’s worshiping
my body where his
eyes glide over me,
until I am held by
the wind of his kiss,
the whip of his tongue,
falling into sin.
fills tonight’s embrace
along cloaked starlight,
my shadow angel,
my handsome devil
on his knees,
because behind the
smile he’s worshiping
my body where his
eyes glide over me,
until I am held by
the wind of his kiss,
the whip of his tongue,
falling into sin.
float along like a
delicate crown
around the quietude
of the wildflower
moon in full bloom,
dripping with
her colors of
the morning,
soaked petals
from imagined
fallen starlight,
like a midnight
meadow filled
with flowing
devotion,
between her
gentle Eden soul.
float along like a
delicate crown
around the quietude
of the wildflower
moon in full bloom,
dripping with
her colors of
the morning,
soaked petals
from imagined
fallen starlight,
like a midnight
meadow filled
with flowing
devotion,
between her
gentle Eden soul.
covered in roses,
a beast cold
as stone,
a handsome
darkness
that laid me
to rest in
eternal serenity,
because with
only one breath
did I fall for him,
captured,
heart by heart,
I was his possession
within reach,
1/2
covered in roses,
a beast cold
as stone,
a handsome
darkness
that laid me
to rest in
eternal serenity,
because with
only one breath
did I fall for him,
captured,
heart by heart,
I was his possession
within reach,
1/2
coiling around
my breath,
shivering,
dripping with
stardust rivers,
shimmering,
Milky Way kisses
falling from
your lips,
flowing & flooding,
moaning heaven
against my ear,
delighting me
with nightly desires
beneath the curve
of moonlight’s
dancing shadow.
coiling around
my breath,
shivering,
dripping with
stardust rivers,
shimmering,
Milky Way kisses
falling from
your lips,
flowing & flooding,
moaning heaven
against my ear,
delighting me
with nightly desires
beneath the curve
of moonlight’s
dancing shadow.
to you where the
ink spills from my heart…
Good morning 💜
to you where the
ink spills from my heart…
Good morning 💜
of comet fire
imprint on
our souls,
magic moments
that fill us with
raging carnalities,
a rushing devotion
burning pleasure,
clawing,
climbing to fall,
like embers
crackling towards
a black sky.
of comet fire
imprint on
our souls,
magic moments
that fill us with
raging carnalities,
a rushing devotion
burning pleasure,
clawing,
climbing to fall,
like embers
crackling towards
a black sky.
sinners born
from fire cradled
in our hearth,
my angel holding me
under his wings,
his tender touch
devouring my
tranquil nights
of stars and embers,
until salacious morning
light reveals sweat
coating our bodies,
tangled in the
other’s soul.
sinners born
from fire cradled
in our hearth,
my angel holding me
under his wings,
his tender touch
devouring my
tranquil nights
of stars and embers,
until salacious morning
light reveals sweat
coating our bodies,
tangled in the
other’s soul.