My hunger can no longer be contained.
It is seeping out, betraying my will to resist you.
At the sound of your growl, I am at your mercy.
Tame me but don’t break me.
Deep waters are up ahead.
I hope you can swim.
Wear my scent like a badge of honor.
Something to remind me of what is waiting
For you to do it all over again.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 6:15 AM UTC
She made it a habit of staying hidden away,
Tucked quietly behind the noise and the chaos...
A tiny, little cherub bush crushed by the shadows
Of mighty oaks and towering spruce trees.
But those who knew, saw her.
They understood that this tiny bush of a girl
Was, in fact, an angel's trumpet...
Seemingly spineless but poisonous to touch.
She stood in the shadows, watching and waiting,
Preoccupied with the man without gloves.
He studied her, admired her, approached her
Because he understood that closeness was worth the bite.
Her eyes held stories that would never be told,
And he fixated on the delicate shape of her mouth...
On her warm breath that spilled out like a powerful elixir
That could will a dying man back to life.
How could he ever survive that longing
To reach out and touch someone so delicious?
Her soft skin gliding beneath her clothes,
Silken and smooth, beckoning, a fiery seduction.
In another lifetime, in a far off place,
Their souls knew each other well.
They were not strangers at all then,
And he entered into her like a fantastical dream.
In her mind, they trembled together under his fingertips,
And the sweet taste that followed on her tongue
Was so powerful, it was more than enough
To split the Heavens wide open and conjure a storm.
These days, she would be called a Sadist,
Her emotional restraint sharp like a dagger
That pierced the hearts and souls of men
Whose lust remained loyal but chained.
She felt powerful when she was in control,
When she danced on the edge of ritual and reason,
This silent and beguiling womanly creature,
This absolute eater of men.
So when he approached her in the shadows,
Passing by all of the art on the walls,
Not noticing anything or anyone else except for her...
Without hesitation...she let him.
She was sure that he could handle her bite.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC
He seduced me at the witching hour
When the orange and violet skies
Faded to his favorite shade of black
Monochrome and Sephia portraits
Brought to color by a touch,
A carefully placed hand in a crowd
Reaching up and grasping the inner
Workings of my most womanly parts
A masterpiece sealed with a kiss
My bright red lipstick, the precursor
To all things good and evil beneath
The sheets, a thin veil separating
Heaven from Hell on Earth
Oh, I would follow him and ride him
Into a battle of wits and desire
Pleasure escaping from my mouth
A silent whimper beneath his fingers
That taste of my sweet little
Babygirl who submits long before
She surrenders, like a watercolor…
A blue blood’s wet dream, dripping
Down a perfectly blank canvas
That he vows to fill before making a mess
In my head like a naughty hallucination
I cannot forget, do not want to forget
No matter the cost, the time, or place
All I know is he is waiting
To ****** me, somewhere inside the Tate.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 8:20 PM UTC
When I can’t contain
My inner workings,
Thoughts, desires, breath
I beg for permission
To say please and thank you
For allowing me
To come to the edge
Of all merciful liberation
And kneel at your feet
A mighty altar of the masculine
Energy that defies time and space
Between the carefully curated gap
Oh no, I don’t mind!
If you see it, say it, or sort me
Out for misbehaving
A wild child that needs discipline
And at the same time, protection
From wolves and other beasts
Who prey on my submission
To the Alpha without breaking
My back on tanned leather
Hides that cache my true nature
That switches for survival
When everything else in my world
Has been painted black
Like Domminion.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 10:41 PM UTC
You weren’t like the others, and in the beginning, that bewildered me.
Your gentle spirit held onto mine tightly, warm and radiant, like the glow from a swarm of male fireflies, searching for love while lighting up the blackened, female sky.
When my body had grown weary and my heart began to wander, you brought me back to safer shores, your declarations of love serving as a Shibari-like anchor to the unstable rope binding my restless traveler soul.
Sometimes I close my eyes and remember that day we sailed the skies, the mesmerizing colors of Hormuz Island beneath us, illuminating the path to a fierce, wild love ahead.
I knew I loved you then, with your black curls framing your beautiful, brown face, a preface to my undoing, my Shirazi love from the fields of Marv Dasht.
We were never supposed to be. Centuries of oppression kept us apart, tainted our potential but fueled our storms. When everyone else ravished then abandoned and left me to ruins, you came back for me.
And despite the fact that you have gone…that is all that mattered then; that is all that matters now.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 4:42 AM UTC
There is a beauty that
comes from walking a
clover laden field, or a
path in the woods and feeling
the autumn breeze and
smelling the wildflowers.
You are so alive.
There is an aching pain
as sharp and vivid as the
beauty, some knowledge in the
fiber of your spirit, that you
won't hold it forever.
Death walks with you silently.
It bides the times...so patient.
You are aware, so keen to
the fact that if you could
consume the beauty, the
honeysuckle, clover and brilliant
orange and pink of the sunset,
you might put death off for a while.
You do it in the heartbeat of your
sweet green youth, and you
keep walking, eyes wide open.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 2:21 AM UTC