I walk down this street
listening to women gossip
watching men fight over who knows what
and I just want to buy some ****
I see towels hanging
people falling from their balconies
and murders in some back alley
and I just want to buy a cigarette
I see tall buildings and I feel like I'm in a forest where people are lions
judging me for having a cigarette in my mouth and a **** in a transparent bag
i just wanted that body on top of me now
I go home
I lie down and dance with myself
I sleep, I sleep, I sleep
smoke, smoke, smoke
I cry, I cry, I cry
I just wanted to touch those curves
I get up
I'm naked
I go to the kitchen and make myself a coffee
I add the milk that was once milked from a cow
I drink it all and let it fall on my naked body
my slim body
my hairless body
my body without anyone
my body never touched before
I don't know who I am
I don't have an identity, a name, relationships or even parents
I just live in a small, poorly decorated flat
waiting for a sincere love
and a vivid love
in which, as well as feeling it, I can touch it
I wait anxiously for the touching woman
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
I saw you shaking your ***
and now I’m on fire.
Are you gonna put it out,
or are you gonna make me beg for more?
Because I don’t remember who I was
before I knew how you move like that,
before I knew how bad I wanted you.
I’m lying back, lips wet, thighs open,
watching you, sipping something sweet,
letting it melt on my tongue like I want to melt on you.
You tell me to come over.
I don’t ask why.
I just do.
I’m not your husband, but we can play.
No rules, no limits, just want.
We don’t need cameras.
We don’t need an audience.
Just you, stretched out for me,
just my hands, my tongue, my heat.
This is a low-budget film
but the way you moan makes it feel like a masterpiece
i'm erected like a monument
And after, we do it again.
Same film, new scene,
until you forget your own name.
I want to see you wrecked
I want to hear the way you gasp
when I make you lose control.
Your back arched, my hands gripping your hips,
pulling you in, making you take it.
We can talk, we can tease,
but we both know how this ends—
with you on your knees,
with me pressing deeper,
with you begging for more.
We don’t need cameras.
We don’t need lights.
Just the sound of your body against mine,
just the proof of what you do to me.
I’ll put your picture above my bed,
so I can remember how you look when you come undone.
I burned for you
now burn for me
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
you call me cute
but it's cute to see you riding me
let's play on the floor
my imagination
it's so humid in here
did you make it like this?
my mind is so messed up right now
I want to walk through the city with you
visit the big sights
and at the end
kiss you under your building
or kiss you in front of your front door
I want to play on the floor
you make me pointier
do you know what that means?
I feel pointier next to you
flirting with you and imagining
me and you
in the city
at the gate of your house
wine and pizza
floor of wonders
me naked
and you even more
I can't tell anyone and neither can you
so stay longer because this jazz is very good
and the bossa nova will be here soon and we'll go to bed
and you'll give it to me
yellowish orange light
I'll tell you but I feel it's forbidden
that's what gets me the most
you make me want to take my clothes off
anywhere
you make me want to feel want
let me paint you
I'll make beautiful art
wherever you are
let me paint you?
let me make a movie
let me make you a movie
close the door and don't mind making noise
if we bother them we'll go to a hotel and pretend our names and birthdays
just to keep it all between us
me and you
your body and my mouth
so give it to me
do you think I'm cute?
cute is watching you **** me off
so let me paint you
give it to me
let me paint you?
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 2:04 PM UTC
december 24th
the most awaited day of all my years
but now everything is so unhappy on that date
everything was gold
since when did christmas become so blue?
since when did birthdays stop being celebrated?
since when did happiness stop hanging over my home world?
yes, i left the christmas lights up until January
i saw the christmas tree on fire
i saw it on fire and pretended to be happy
while they kept their eyes closed i saw the fire
the heat was on my face and the fire reflected in my eyes
i'm not going to pretend to be happy because i've been doing it for a few years now
i'm not going to put a happy smile on my face
not tonight
i'm going to ignore the fact that i've seen the fire so close up so many times
there will be no clandestine happiness this time
i know that happiness is just as contagious as sadness
so now i won't pretend
this happiness is going to get me
they'll have to be happy to see me happy
there will be no more clandestine happiness
i do everything with great expectation
but they're never met
i don't get sad
i'm unhappy
and they judge me saying i'm an ingrate ******
they want to measure my feelings against other people
and expect me to understand and pretend to be happy
there will be no more clandestine happiness
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
I miss you, my helper
I miss your waves touching my skin
your natural hands
I'd like to cross you in the middle and find out what you have to show me
when you were still here
I miss you my helper
I miss drinking Vanilla ***** in your sight
you don't judge
you welcome
longing to pray to you every night
praying to have you more and more
praying that you'll want me until the day I die
not your death, but mine
because you don't die
I miss you, my helper
you are blue
but not of sadness
but of Maresia
you are so vast and so bipolar
i like that about you
you're like my relatives
mysterious
I like that about you
but only in you
I miss you, my helper
when I was lost, unfortunately, I couldn't go to meet you
and I really thought I'd never see you again
but when I saw you again I cried
and my salty tears mixed with your salt
which is dense and exists
but I think you were praying to me from afar
because even far away I feel you rocking me
thank you for that, if it was intentional
thank you for that, if it wasn't intentional
you send me a boat when I'm lost all the time
I don't **** myself because I know I'll be far away from you
and I don't even know if they know I want my ashes on you
I miss you my helper
came to meet you as soon as possible
without hesitation
I miss you my helper
maresia
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 12:42 PM UTC