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le fey 4d
I see a golden autumn landscape.
All that remains is the black sun.
Its light extinguished, yet it illuminates the land with luscious fullness.
Withered leaves trickle down like golden rain, falling in deep devotion.
The gold-veiled goddess, her face black as shadow, proclaims the prayer of abomination —
that which remains beyond spirit,
eternal lust,
the driving force of all being.

She who walks the forbidden lands of knowing.

Who has ever touched her mystery?
Who has dared to see her fully?
Who has dared to praise her divinity?
Happy to hear feedback <3. Not sure if it can be understood
What I want to do to you
Makes the flames blush,
Abashed as they flail in strobing leaps
As the stems of candles perspire
Like sweat dripping down your thighs
Staining and wetting the cobalt blue satin.

Dilated eyes,
Feign fear and stoking desire
Lips part, parched needing liquid
Need to feel the salty, ****
Soft flesh with a veiny ridge
Go ahead and drink, consume
Until my lion groans fill this room
I wanna feel you like a little death,
Babe if I die you better exhume,
Know your place when the makeup races down your face.
Need: the only thing your brain repeats
As your lips retreat and you're on your knees
Spreading love through the parting of cheeks
And I’m in heat, can’t resist
Need a lick of your nectar, a bite of your peach
Suckle all the elixir until it’s clean and neat

Need: the only compulsion in my soul,
Looking at you so spread and exposed
I can take no more of this temptation
*** tickling, your scent assaulting my nose
As I press forward breaking your ramparts
The walls come crashing down,
As the dam breaks and your ocean swallows whole
Until the bed quakes, the floor creaks, the pine aches
And our noises wake the ancients,
Haunting out the window,
Howling in the treetops,
We drink each other down like a shot
And I’m intoxicated by the way your body rocks.

Claw marks on my back
Looking like animal tracks
Lead it down my body til you find the crack
Push a digit in, I won’t push back
Give it all to you - break sound barriers
And watch everything disappear in the room
So **** thirsty for you, I need an ICU
Yeah I see you, the only ***** girl I want to rule
Come and break my rules
A good brat learns fast as the leather cracks
Red heat hand marks painted on your ***
White flesh turned pink to purple.

Need: the only reason you breathe
I’m a drug and you want a fix
To feed your greed.
Just shhh…. Take it slow
Let it slide, feel the glow
Open up your eyes,
Relax your mind,
It’ll be just fine
I’ll take you there
Where flames ballet to blush.
Adults only for this one please if you are under 18 I am asking you to not read this.
Your left claims my right’s rest—  
knuckles hum, sweat salts the air.  
Sharps snag—a tangle—undressed,  
metronome skips our heart’s fanfare.  

Breath clots where sighs arrest,  
heel hooks what the pedal bare. 
Skin maps chords upon our *******,  
Teeth script scores we swear.
Damocles May 1
Drink me in,
Hydrate on the simple sights,
I know you have a thirst
Skin so pallid and dry
Let me wet your lips.

You got hunger pangs
I can hear the rumble,
Core disrupting crawling to the surface
Use that magma to touch me like a volcano
Dive into the abyss
Devour until I am crumbling.

You got needs,
I can see it in your glassy eyes
Pleading with a whimper,
It’s easy just to tease
With a simple coax of a finger
Come to me, come to me
Come for me…

“Good girl”

You want to confess,
So down on your knees,
Look upon your altar,
Praise the rosary when you roll your hands on me
Beg me to appease,
And we can play with your sins.

Do you like it in the dark
Paint your porcelain in neon shadows
Pinks and purples dancing off you
Trying to loosen the leather lined with fleece
Love when you’re in my cusp
Drink me in, beg me, please
Devour every moment spent,
Pray for release.

“Good girl”
SPICY poem here, adults only please
Sewanti Apr 30
You poured your breath like warm wine onto my skin,
And it seeped into every crack I had never shown you,
Until I was wet with something older than the wine.
Your fingers like long branches of hunger, touched me like a map you had burned before,
Tracing my neck down to the valley that experienced dips of gasps.
My mind was eclipsed by something black,
Not from fear, but from the depth of falling into something darker than sleep
And deeper than prayer.
Your lips poured ancient hymns into mine and took my aches with each kiss,
Until I lost myriad pieces of myself that were never meant to be kept.
Your hands gripped the curve of my hips and lifted me,
Not as a man lifts a woman, but as a storm lifts the sea,  
I was no longer mine, but just a wave offering surrender.
When your tongue descended to the tremble of my belly,
And found the silk between my thighs, I wept into your hair.
I arched to worship the moment when
I was fully seen, fully consumed, fully remembered.
Your dark eyes looked into the center of me in a way that made my shadows blush into redness.
It was the holy fire between two sinners who forgot to ask for forgiveness.
I gasped, I trembled, I vowed as each wave took a part of me to heaven.
Finally, the room melted into sound and salt, and you breathed again on my damp skin.
I laughed in the dark as you whispered, “How can love live in the heat of such ruin?”
Because this wasn’t ruin.
It was resurrection.
This isn’t just romance.
It’s spiritual, it’s ruin, and it’s rebirth.
It’s the kind of love that devours and delivers...all in one breath.
Damocles Apr 29
Your *** is a bad drug
I’m aching for another fix
Addicted to sway -
That command of hips hypnotizing
Let me take a hit,
Need another fix.

Feed me like a hungry life
Suffocate me with your tulip kiss,
Rain nectar through my lips
I’ll die tied to this bed
I’m aching for another fix.

Ride me equestrian
Buck against me then give in,
Rake razor cat daggers down my skin
Kiss the wound, and repeat.
I need it, just another fix.

Addicted to you like it was ******--
I smoke your scent, feel you under my skin;
Aching me to itch, begging me to quit,
But I’m taken to the abyss
In every twist, contortionist.

I want to die for you
Just another fix.

Control me like a substance
Arrange me like music,
Play me wrapped along your cords
And sing a hymn to watch me wither.

Your mouth is an ****** den
My eyes roll back, lost in the ether.
Your licks languish and linger
I’m feeling weaker,
Shaking when you leave my body.

Hands clasped in praise
Pleading for release
Please, I just need another fix.
Written fiddling with my guitar, one of these days I'll post myself playing.
Damocles Apr 29
When all it takes is a warm whisper,
Trailing fingers along your curved edges
To break the dam within you,
I know your mine.

When you’re eager,
On your knees looking up to your god
Tongue out to receive communion
So well behaved, a sinner angel
I know you’re mine.

Beg me to break
So I can pick up the pieces
Remold you like clay,
Toys in our games—
You like to play
You Beg me to break.
I’ll pick up the pieces.

“You are mine.”
Carnal love
Damocles Apr 27
Well, you arrived at this place,
The light of day erased
With the neon’s red glow reflecting off your face.

She craves leather lined with fleece,
Her hands raised high,
Begging for release,

She craves leather with fleece,
Legs spread and dangling,
Honey pools flowing to the sheets,
In every crease and wrinkle, I see ravines.

She begs for pain
With pouted lips, and eyes that grin,
The flogger’s tendrils trace
The very curvature of her frame,
One slap against her breast,
A gasp as it reddens with a twinge,
She laughs back and then -
Another crash against milky skin,

Her petals bloom,
Parting with nectar drooling,
And the leather fingers trace the ridge,
A calm before the storm begins,
Tickling nerves like exciting crowds,
Riling up until the breath breathes loud,
She moans through her longing sounds,
And then the crash comes, to burn it down.

How she longs to feel
Something more, something real,
With the silicone breaching her opening,
Deflowering in her garden of sin,
She screams for more, screams for him,
Needs me more than she can bear,
Tells me where, and tells me when,
But this is just a game,

Her eyes roll back,
Her hips raise and thrash,
Legs shake and collapse,
Mind blank, a relapse,
As the screams quake
And reverb back,
She sees god in the aftermath,
As heat flushes over like a sunbath,
And the sweat beads cool,
As tongue expresses a need to lap
Water to replenish the rain that falls,
In her a waterfall,
Pulsating through it all…

She loves leather and fleece,
As she patiently drops,
Never wanting my release.
🌶️ Adults Only 🌶️ **** between consensual adults is an enthralling way to enhance a relationship in a sensual way.
“Sometimes love is stronger than a man’s convictions.”*  
– Isaac Bashevis Singer


1.

There are wars, and rumors of wars—  
machineries, machinations  
of singular dark days,  

and clouds that hang  
like props above our city.  

We shut the windows,  
refuse to watch their play.  

Hungrily, we take refuge  
between each other’s legs.  

How comforting it is  
to love without armies,  
without tanks,  

without generals of reasoned love.

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2.

There are wars, and rumors of wars—  
machineries, machinations  
of singular dark days.  

From the narrow street, they see us  
wrestling with an angel—  

the tug of limbs, the tangle of hair.  
You whisper low,  
your seditious talk of love—  

as my callused hands get caught  
in your low moaning—  

while I hold you down  
to the bed,  
my captive.  

The occupation has begun—  

your occupied body,  
my country of ardent prayers.

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2.

There are wars—  
machineries, machinations  
of singular dark days.  

The soldiers are leaving for the front.  
Not us.  

We stay behind,  
to wage our war  
of tenderness.  

They leave this morning.  

Applaud their sad theater—  
the warships, the planes.  

Soon,  
letters will arrive  
without them.  

A few men will return—  
gaunt, less than before—  
with more silence,  
less dancing.  

And when they do,  
our war will have ended  
under a flag  
of white bed sheets.  

Only a little blood.  

Victorious,  
we’ll write love letters  
on each other’s bodies.
You unscrew the jar; Orion’s climactic sigh spills—  
A cello’s low A hums—our triad, C and E—the night skies.  
Your thumb caresses pulse down my throat, andante, it drills  
through myth—not his hunt, but the damp heat between our thighs.  

We’ve plucked Lyra’s rusted chords, restrung her spine  
to thrum with your breath, not some dead muse’s cords.  
Stars crack like old records; we skip, we refine—  
our bed, a cradle for light, shed our sheer white peignoirs.  

You fear the jars dim? Let me mouth the black core  
of Cassiopeia—choke her brittle groan,  
then laugh as you arch—my crescendo, your score—  
each note a plum’s burst where her language had flown.  

Your teeth score my shoulder. The dark soars, unconfined—
We swallow the arias. Let the void choke on mine.
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