#hedonistic
Warmth bleeds from your body,
self
combustion in response.
Fizzing want and bubbling need.
Desire whispers my name.
Hedonistic
surrender,
the thick stillness breathing.
Hands finding hands, wandering hands,
stroking, caressing, dismantling hands.
Fingers trace where please is calling.
Pressing places I pretend aren’t waiting.
Lust burns, it swells, hidden from sight.
It’s mine and yours, the inevitable unite.
No tie to be spoken,
nor claimed, nor sealed.
Hunger exhales my unsaid secrets, suspended in the dark.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 9:17 AM UTC
habitual ritual, the pleasure principle
hedonistic addiction to fulfill every vision
lots of thoughts but none are groundbreaking
trying to slip you underneath my tongue without hearts breaking
want to hear my name spill out of your mouth without chasing
you around, love it when you are around
you let my inner beast come out
habitual ritual seeking you out
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 3:05 PM UTC
"i'm always fine"
i've said that line
a thousand times before
that everything's okay
i'm sunny, i'm funny,
don't touch me
don't call my name like it's yours
i see blurs of peppermint and fingerprints
a hedonistic temperment
supplying my internal wars
that you don't have to fight
and it’s not your fault
but don't assume this is easy for me
to be what we were once, formerly
i feel too much, i overheat,
you touch me and i stall
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
Candlelight dancing off the rippling bathwater,
The steam rising off it with an aroma
So sweet,
From the herbs steeped in it,
I’m a goddess,
An empress,
And my nectar is the red wine
Chilled to my preference,
The delicate stem dangling from my fingertips
And I watch.
As the coolness drifts off the glass in lazy tendrils,
Dancing over the surface of the heated water.
I part my lips and exhale gently onto the curve of it
Until the twirling fingers of cold opposing the heat
Swirl desperately,
My breath is the master,
The air the puppet,
And I tilt my head at the first notes of a song that draws me back,
Back to a liason in the dark
With an exotic lover,
The French words slipping over my skin
As silkily as his lips did,
Each verse reminding me of how we celebrated those verses then,
Raucously
Remorselessly
Hedonistically,
Almost as I do now,
With my ambrosia and my rose petals dancing among sprigs of herbs on the water,
With an orchestra hailing my memory,
All by the light of countless,
Flickering
flames.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
my glasses have been coloured with hedonistic hue,
through this new vision,
i enjoy the inner view.
lust is a must,
for which i have made some provision,
helps me attain pleasure,
of his feminine creation.
the ******* train,
hitting my brain,
taking away the societal pain,
i have no pants,
i have no shame.
i invite you all to my heathen mansion,
to taste the roasted swine,
i may not be there,
as i plan on enjoying my women and wine.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
Falling in an open coffin
Toppling from my close minded concepts
I just
Digest this life as its fed to me
Yet I think I know the recipe
A stone cold unknown couldn't mess with me
And I have to admit ***I'm the **** incessantly
Just to have confidence in my contextual references
Like I'm the man with the plan
Map's in the palm of my hand
*Down to the print
Shrouded in wit*
In which you cannot stand
Reason I spit when I talk when I'm ****** and I missed two decades of a life not lived as a man
Understand a fall from grace that isn't so calm and paced but all over the place
Im over my weight in nickels and dimes trying to learn self worth in a selfish time
Rolling around hoping to get so high
I levitate out of my coffin and into the sky
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC