You make, for a luminous brazier.
I feel my face, flush,
against the flickering heat, of you,
as you gaze up, at me,
with burning eyes,
and mottled skin.
You are an effigy, of my dearest desires,
as I light you, ablaze.
Hips, switching, like a metronome,
Beneath the leather strap.
It rises, and falls, as you firm
under measured strokes.
Rosettes, burst, and bloom, across olive flesh.
You arch, beneath me,
bridging the gap, from your galaxy, to mine
as I paint your bare backside, in all the colors, of your aching soul:
Pink,
purple,
and blue.
...I'm not afraid, to love you,
loudly,
and I'm not afraid, to sit,
astride you.
Indecisive fury,
leaves, in a rush, of smoke,
escaping your taut, throat
in an ecstatic sigh,
as I fall back, on my own knees...
so familiar, now, with the journey, floorward.
Your cheeks, stoke, and flame scarlet,
as my velvet tongue, teases tangled walking trails,
along your bruises.
...I know, how to trap, a wolf,
and I'm not ashamed, to keep you, for mine.
I spit, hard, and watch the river,
run,
along the open cravasse,
Glinting mildly, in the overhead light.
My pale tongue, dances long circles,
around a twitching rim.
Your hands, roll, into helpless fists.
They pull, hard, against the limits,
of their own fettered chains.
I take a leap, of faith,
and plunge,
into the bittersweet tides, of you.
Swallow me, whole.
Drink me in, where we crest,
upon auric waves.
Your chords, grip the strength,
of the bow,
and draw me, into you.
I play the top notes,
a concerto:
but, soon,
you'll have me singing soprano.
...I'm not afraid, to kneel, beneath you
and I'm not afraid,
to love you,
loudly.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
You make, for a luminous brazier.
I feel my face, flush,
against the flickering heat, of you,
as you gaze up, at me,
with burning eyes,
and mottled skin.
You are an effigy, of my dearest desires,
as I light you, ablaze.
Hips, switching, like a metronome,
Beneath the leather strap.
It rises, and falls, as you firm
under measured strokes.
Rosettes, burst, and bloom, across olive flesh.
You arch, beneath me,
bridging the gap, from your galaxy, to mine
as I paint your bare backside, in all the colors, of your aching soul:
Pink,
purple,
and blue.
...I'm not afraid, to love you,
loudly,
and I'm not afraid, to sit,
astride you.
Indecisive fury,
leaves, in a rush, of smoke,
escaping your taut, throat
in an ecstatic sigh,
as I fall back, on my own knees...
so familiar, now, with the journey, floorward.
Your cheeks, stoke, and flame scarlet,
as my velvet tongue, teases tangled walking trails,
along your bruises.
...I know, how to trap, a wolf,
and I'm not ashamed, to keep you, for mine.
I spit, hard, and watch the river,
run,
along the open cravasse,
Glinting mildly, in the overhead light.
My pale tongue, dances long circles,
around a twitching rim.
Your hands, roll, into helpless fists.
They pull, hard, against the limits,
of their own fettered chains.
I take a leap, of faith,
and plunge,
into the bittersweet tides, of you.
Swallow me, whole.
Drink me in, where we crest,
upon auric waves.
Your chords, grip the strength,
of the bow,
and draw me, into you.
I play the top notes,
a concerto:
but, soon,
you'll have me singing soprano.
...I'm not afraid, to kneel, beneath you
and I'm not afraid,
to love you,
loudly.
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TO, AND FROM, AND FOR, CONSENTING, LEGAL ADULTS, ONLY. This material is explicit, and ****** in nature.
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I don't have to be bi, to love, and accept bi.
Whoever wants to act stupid up in the comments can stop acting like I'm not down for ADULTS ONLY dynamics. Vanilla is not the only flavor, in the world.
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