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Suffer with Me
I made you
Or you made me
Whatever the cause
Addiction built in
Restlessness
Shared wreckage
Dam waiting to collapse
People rage
Chamber
Rubber
Latex
Masters and servants
Vampire in training
Secretions
I'm not done with you
We just started
Bloody liaisons
Messy relationships
Black hearts 🖤🖤
Twisted
Thrill kill
Or you made me
Whatever the cause
Addiction built in
Restlessness
Shared wreckage
Dam waiting to collapse
People rage
Chamber
Rubber
Latex
Masters and servants
Vampire in training
Secretions
I'm not done with you
We just started
Bloody liaisons
Messy relationships
Black hearts 🖤🖤
Twisted
Thrill kill
#lust
#dark
#vampires
#pagan
#ThrillSeeking
192 reads
58 Comments
I'll dedicate it to you...
I'm cumming on a piece of paper
With a blue-eyed bouquet of words
I'm cumming! And in this orgasm...
I break off my shackles
For all those who didn't get it
Who didn't dare to perceive themselves
I not once, but twice, and...
To boldly give myself
I just want this continuous orgasm
Exhausted, wet, sticky
And all smeared with ecstasy
Poured out on the sheet
And I can't restrain myself
Nymphomaniac craving for poetry
Grabbing the ink from the shelf again,
I... I'll dedicate it to you!
With a blue-eyed bouquet of words
I'm cumming! And in this orgasm...
I break off my shackles
For all those who didn't get it
Who didn't dare to perceive themselves
I not once, but twice, and...
To boldly give myself
I just want this continuous orgasm
Exhausted, wet, sticky
And all smeared with ecstasy
Poured out on the sheet
And I can't restrain myself
Nymphomaniac craving for poetry
Grabbing the ink from the shelf again,
I... I'll dedicate it to you!
#WritingPoetry
#orgasm
233 reads
55 Comments
the sometimes painful folly of being sentimental
(and other lessons learned)
"After this, there's really nothing left"...
she says, almost absentmindedly,
while pulling out a tiny black velvet bag.
(have no doubt, this was her mostly playing martyr)
I quickly catch the simultaneous swallowing
of the huge lump in her throat,
proof, that was more telling than she'd like.
She went on saying (with trademarked bite)
that she'd gifted my sister
some old piece of her jewelry as well—
perhaps a ring
or earrings ...
"After this, there's really nothing left"...
she says, almost absentmindedly,
while pulling out a tiny black velvet bag.
(have no doubt, this was her mostly playing martyr)
I quickly catch the simultaneous swallowing
of the huge lump in her throat,
proof, that was more telling than she'd like.
She went on saying (with trademarked bite)
that she'd gifted my sister
some old piece of her jewelry as well—
perhaps a ring
or earrings ...
#mother
#TimeHeals
#frustration
#daughter
#healing
323 reads
28 Comments
... Like I don't know you...
I just want to be handled roughly!
After all, I am a pleaser at heart...
Fuck me like I don't know you.
Forget your feelings, toss them away!
And awaken vice! Dark fantasies...
Your forbidden thoughts about me.
Become lustfully rude! Angry.
The heart is "off" for many hours.
There is no antidote but this...
Fuck me like you don't love me yet!
Whip my body, to drink my essence,
Squeeze, tear, spank, and bite.
Crying, screams, to streams – mascara!
Make me beg for it, to stop, to continue...
Fuck me like you hate...
After all, I am a pleaser at heart...
Fuck me like I don't know you.
Forget your feelings, toss them away!
And awaken vice! Dark fantasies...
Your forbidden thoughts about me.
Become lustfully rude! Angry.
The heart is "off" for many hours.
There is no antidote but this...
Fuck me like you don't love me yet!
Whip my body, to drink my essence,
Squeeze, tear, spank, and bite.
Crying, screams, to streams – mascara!
Make me beg for it, to stop, to continue...
Fuck me like you hate...
#anger
#hate
#sex
#BDSM
#orgasm
228 reads
42 Comments
And the pillows stand as tombstones
He breaks
into me
like I'm
unconsecrated
ground
(oh god)
his skin
tastes like
suicide
into me
like I'm
unconsecrated
ground
(oh god)
his skin
tastes like
suicide
#sex
#lover
#minimalist
372 reads
32 Comments
Brooding
First day of Spring
Cold
Windy
I’m brooding
Not because I love heat
It’s not that
It’s something else
I could tell you my feelings
Won’t burden you
Darkness consumes me
I welcome the brutal truth
Because truth is rare
I walk lonely, dog by my side
Time is an invoice
You pay or else face the consequences
Cold
Windy
I’m brooding
Not because I love heat
It’s not that
It’s something else
I could tell you my feelings
Won’t burden you
Darkness consumes me
I welcome the brutal truth
Because truth is rare
I walk lonely, dog by my side
Time is an invoice
You pay or else face the consequences
#dark
#confessional
#TruthOfLife #philosophical
#TruthOfLife #philosophical
109 reads
43 Comments
Flash Love
I give you my soul… daily
You take it and massage it
You know when I’m hurting
Then you say the perfect things
The words that allow me to come back..
To you
Even stronger than before
I live for that
You take it and massage it
You know when I’m hurting
Then you say the perfect things
The words that allow me to come back..
To you
Even stronger than before
I live for that
#love
#kindness
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#StreamOfConsciousness
148 reads
34 Comments
A deal with nothing less
These are the days, love—
the blissful, beating days
slashing through the house
shattering the barren stairs
up to husbands, brothers
children, filling the hollows
in rooms, in hearts
oh, those sleeping Gods
in heavy beds, how they pray
into the corners of a silent hearth.
These are the days love—
the crashing, hurricane days
ravishing me at the root
ripping cobwebs from a chest
that dance way down
in the Marie Celeste
crushing rubble
into an open...
the blissful, beating days
slashing through the house
shattering the barren stairs
up to husbands, brothers
children, filling the hollows
in rooms, in hearts
oh, those sleeping Gods
in heavy beds, how they pray
into the corners of a silent hearth.
These are the days love—
the crashing, hurricane days
ravishing me at the root
ripping cobwebs from a chest
that dance way down
in the Marie Celeste
crushing rubble
into an open...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
200 reads
27 Comments
Yeah, I Could but I’m Not
My sister lives in Cali
Constantly trying to keep up
By all appearances
She has the perfect face and body
Sends me selfies all the time
Questioning if she looks sexy
Be yourself
I swear, if I say it one more time
I'm going to have to make it a trademark
Her response is always the same
I can't, I live in LA
I cannot
For the life of me
Understand why anyone
Would live their life
Under such immense pressure
I could get...
Constantly trying to keep up
By all appearances
She has the perfect face and body
Sends me selfies all the time
Questioning if she looks sexy
Be yourself
I swear, if I say it one more time
I'm going to have to make it a trademark
Her response is always the same
I can't, I live in LA
I cannot
For the life of me
Understand why anyone
Would live their life
Under such immense pressure
I could get...
#happiness
#SelfWorth
146 reads
26 Comments
Presumably
You think you know me
You can tell
What I want
Need
You got me
I used to think
That was everything
Until I realized
That in all your knowledge
You have zero
You don’t hear me
You give me
What you need me to have
What gives you satisfaction
Your savior complex
Drives you to do for me
I got that covered
If you really knew me
You would understand
That what I need
What I want ...
You can tell
What I want
Need
You got me
I used to think
That was everything
Until I realized
That in all your knowledge
You have zero
You don’t hear me
You give me
What you need me to have
What gives you satisfaction
Your savior complex
Drives you to do for me
I got that covered
If you really knew me
You would understand
That what I need
What I want ...
#forgiveness
#TimeHeals
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
110 reads
28 Comments
I burned that f**ker down
I finally did it.
Took all the napalm stored up in my heart --
the apologies, the fears
the pleas, the tears
the sleepless nights
the silent fights
confessions, concessions
questions and obsessions
childhood trauma
relationship drama
petty suspicions
demands and conditions
intrusive thoughts
oughts and naughts
accusations
intimidations
myth and mystery
ancient history
wounds and scars
snuffed out stars
bad excuses
old abuses
daddy issues
bloody tissues --
All the...
Took all the napalm stored up in my heart --
the apologies, the fears
the pleas, the tears
the sleepless nights
the silent fights
confessions, concessions
questions and obsessions
childhood trauma
relationship drama
petty suspicions
demands and conditions
intrusive thoughts
oughts and naughts
accusations
intimidations
myth and mystery
ancient history
wounds and scars
snuffed out stars
bad excuses
old abuses
daddy issues
bloody tissues --
All the...
#anger
#relationships
#secrets
#abuse
#fire
133 reads
20 Comments
Exercise Tiger
April 28, 1944
Devon, England
It was only a planned rehearsal
or so it was meant to be
taking place on the beach
of Slapton Sands, Devon
for the invasion of Normandy.
But coordination and communication
don’t always go as planned,
resulting in not only friendly-fire injuries
but the death of 749 American servicemen
by e-boats of Nazi Germany.
April 28, 1969
Devon, England
I was only ten-years-old
the first...
Devon, England
It was only a planned rehearsal
or so it was meant to be
taking place on the beach
of Slapton Sands, Devon
for the invasion of Normandy.
But coordination and communication
don’t always go as planned,
resulting in not only friendly-fire injuries
but the death of 749 American servicemen
by e-boats of Nazi Germany.
April 28, 1969
Devon, England
I was only ten-years-old
the first...
#war
184 reads
26 Comments
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