Suicidal

this made me feel all kinds of ways
it connected at the level you are operating from I think,
with your need...wow it made me take a deep breath
I have to be careful reading poetry because I take in so much
intentions, feelings. thoughts said, unsaid and I am careful
but I seem to have a weakness for yours... sexy, heady stuff...

Girl, yes! Let it go. Admit that shit! Get sexed up on another girl's fuck poem.  I totally get a thrill when I make you suck in your breath. Makes my day.

This place is so twisted. Like... we're all adults. We all consented. Nobody knows who we are. If that isn't liberation, I don't know what is. Like the chronic shame-fear-hiding is so ... WEIRD. None of it matters, revel in anything.

Stay sweet, and feel what you feel.

Thanks for the r/r

So I’ve been avoiding commenting lest people think I’m obsessed over you writing, but here I am obsessed over your writing 😅


He's going to make
eye contact
and take off his belt
slowly.

He’s going to
smile at me
in a way that makes me

weak


This whole set up, from slowly to weak is a perfect example of foreshadowing, followed by writing control

Take of his belt slowly.

The full stop inserting the trained paise response in the brain,

Followed by a line break slowing the read down further, I find myself then reading the next lines in the foreshadowed and controlled tone of the piece

Each word working overtime, with the perfect brevity and impact.

the pause before weak for dramatic effect,

As if you’re swallowing in anticipation.

Sexy intentional and controlled,

Good god, everyone's obsessed with something, and everyone's a grown ass adult.  But I'd recommend something healthy, like saturated fat, or strychnine,  or meth over my poetry. For reals.

Thanks for the r/r. Always appreciated