Strip me bare, not of clothes, but of pretense,
lay me open with the sacred blade of your truth.
Let your words graze my skin like teeth,
your questions sinking deep, leaving marks I’ll crave.
Slide into the spaces between my thoughts,
press against the heat of my unspoken desires.
Stroke the places I’ve hidden,
the ones that ache for the friction of your understanding.
Speak to me in the language of hunger and cosmos,
each syllable a kiss, each phrase a ****** a sacred chant.
Let your voice drip with the nectar of divinity,
until I am trembling, undone, begging for more.
Make love to my mind with no restraint,
ravage me with your curiosity,
consume me with the primal fire of your spirit,
and leave me gasping, raw, and utterly yours.
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 8:38 AM UTC
Strip me bare, not of clothes, but of pretense,
lay me open with the sacred blade of your truth.
Let your words graze my skin like teeth,
your questions sinking deep, leaving marks I’ll crave.
Slide into the spaces between my thoughts,
press against the heat of my unspoken desires.
Stroke the places I’ve hidden,
the ones that ache for the friction of your understanding.
Speak to me in the language of hunger and cosmos,
each syllable a kiss, each phrase a ****** a sacred chant.
Let your voice drip with the nectar of divinity,
until I am trembling, undone, begging for more.
Make love to my mind with no restraint,
ravage me with your curiosity,
consume me with the primal fire of your spirit,
and leave me gasping, raw, and utterly yours.