#sensuality - Hello Poetry

#sensuality

I think I’m going to marry you I’ve lived it already in my head the way the night hums when you touch me how forever sounds like your kiss on my collarbone There’s a ring on my finger in a dream somewhere crisp gold, devastatingly beautiful under candlelight Your vows taste like wine and illustrious Sin I’m not sure if it’s the future or a flashback you, in a suit that fits like a secret me, in something white that falls off one shoulder In my mind we already have a life a house that smells like cinnamon and rain your jacket over my chair a photo of us, slightly out of focus the kind people think is accidental, but I framed it that way on purpose You kiss me and my body is an altar -holy, breathless every motion a promise I never asked you to make etched into my skin, an everasking reminder I know where our children will play, the names we’ll argue about how you’ll trace my spine in the dark like you’re counting blessings Let my body be your bible It’s dangerous, isn’t it how easily I build eternity out of a moment You look at me and I swear I hear music some swelling string section of fate the whole universe leaning forward to see if we’ll make it this time I think I’m going to marry you In some other world, I already have The lights go down the audience fades and it’s just us bare, endless, rehearsing forever until the curtain finally falls

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:53 AM UTC

Rehearsal Dinner

I think I’m going to marry you I’ve lived it already in my head the way the night hums when you touch me how forever sounds like your kiss on my collarbone There’s a ring on my finger in a dream somewhere crisp gold, devastatingly beautiful under candlelight Your vows taste like wine and illustrious Sin I’m not sure if it’s the future or a flashback you, in a suit that fits like a secret me, in something white that falls off one shoulder In my mind we already have a life a house that smells like cinnamon and rain your jacket over my chair a photo of us, slightly out of focus the kind people think is accidental, but I framed it that way on purpose You kiss me and my body is an altar -holy, breathless every motion a promise I never asked you to make etched into my skin, an everasking reminder I know where our children will play, the names we’ll argue about how you’ll trace my spine in the dark like you’re counting blessings Let my body be your bible It’s dangerous, isn’t it how easily I build eternity out of a moment You look at me and I swear I hear music some swelling string section of fate the whole universe leaning forward to see if we’ll make it this time I think I’m going to marry you In some other world, I already have The lights go down the audience fades and it’s just us bare, endless, rehearsing forever until the curtain finally falls

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I used to trace constellations in parking lots pretending the streetlights were galaxies trying to tell me something greater lived beyond the curtain, too far past closing Maybe they were right For years, I mistook my own kindness for weakness hope, for another cruel trick of desire Every sign felt like static a song half-tuned on the radio I kept trying to translate the universe but it was speaking in a language I hadn’t lived enough to understand And then there was you Your name the very same one I used to write on the subject line of unrequited love letters, forever doomed to a box underneath my bed None of them were for you But now That name will be the last on my lips Hope is supposed to be a dangerous thing It feels like the stars have been collecting our fragments for years assembling something I could never see from the ground Every wrong turn every empty midnight drive every almost was a brushstroke in a painting too wide for me to recognize until now You were written in the negative space I just needed to learn how to look for what was missing Now I see it how the colors bleed into one another how every heartbreak was a necessary hue I didn’t manifest you I remembered you I called you by every other name until you answered And when you did, the sky finally exhaled The stars, the ones I begged for meaning they whispered “See? It was always going to be this way.”

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:51 AM UTC

My Stars Remember You

I used to trace constellations in parking lots pretending the streetlights were galaxies trying to tell me something greater lived beyond the curtain, too far past closing Maybe they were right For years, I mistook my own kindness for weakness hope, for another cruel trick of desire Every sign felt like static a song half-tuned on the radio I kept trying to translate the universe but it was speaking in a language I hadn’t lived enough to understand And then there was you Your name the very same one I used to write on the subject line of unrequited love letters, forever doomed to a box underneath my bed None of them were for you But now That name will be the last on my lips Hope is supposed to be a dangerous thing It feels like the stars have been collecting our fragments for years assembling something I could never see from the ground Every wrong turn every empty midnight drive every almost was a brushstroke in a painting too wide for me to recognize until now You were written in the negative space I just needed to learn how to look for what was missing Now I see it how the colors bleed into one another how every heartbreak was a necessary hue I didn’t manifest you I remembered you I called you by every other name until you answered And when you did, the sky finally exhaled The stars, the ones I begged for meaning they whispered “See? It was always going to be this way.”

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He says, show me and I do unraveling in the blue light a ghost draped in satin half-girl, half-performance But I don’t think he wants to see me Not the girl who flinches at her own reflection not the one who writes love like an elegy He wants the illusion the one who knows where to place her hands and how to make her voice sound like velvet He says, bare I wish he meant his soul Instead I offer skin pretend it’s enough pretend I don’t crave the slow confession of his heart stripped down to its bones I touch myself to the thought of him miles away a mirage stitched into my pulse Every moan feels like prayer and punishment Every breath, a plea for reality He glitters in my mind, clear as a million gemstones every one of them sharp They cut me open and spell his name in the wounds Sometimes I think I’m both the stage and the act He gets the sequined girl who knows her lines the one who keeps the lights burning so he doesn’t see the cracks But I know the truth underneath the costume I’m just a girl asking would you still want my chest if my heart was cut out of it? Would you love me if there was no show to see? When the call ends the applause never comes Just the soft hum of distance and me still performing alone in the dark wondering if I’ve ever been real to anyone at all

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC

He says, show me and I do unraveling in the blue light a ghost draped in satin half-girl, half-performance But I don’t think he wants to see me Not the girl who flinches at her own reflection not the one who writes love like an elegy He wants the illusion the one who knows where to place her hands and how to make her voice sound like velvet He says, bare I wish he meant his soul Instead I offer skin pretend it’s enough pretend I don’t crave the slow confession of his heart stripped down to its bones I touch myself to the thought of him miles away a mirage stitched into my pulse Every moan feels like prayer and punishment Every breath, a plea for reality He glitters in my mind, clear as a million gemstones every one of them sharp They cut me open and spell his name in the wounds Sometimes I think I’m both the stage and the act He gets the sequined girl who knows her lines the one who keeps the lights burning so he doesn’t see the cracks But I know the truth underneath the costume I’m just a girl asking would you still want my chest if my heart was cut out of it? Would you love me if there was no show to see? When the call ends the applause never comes Just the soft hum of distance and me still performing alone in the dark wondering if I’ve ever been real to anyone at all

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I’ve spent my whole life rehearsing how to be wanted Tilt the chin, part the lips laugh like I don’t mean it Men say “She’s magnetic,” but it feels more like being caught in a storm that only ever moves one way I tell myself this is power to be chosen to be stared at until I dissolve into light But under the sequins and the bathroom lighting I know it’s hunger I know it’s loneliness in lingerie I’ve searched for love in the filthiest places bare skin and bad perfume hands that hold me like a secret they’ll forget by morning Letting depraved creatures corrupt me just to remember I’m alive Just to trick my body into thinking I’ve been adored And after, the quiet always finds me I lie there feeling like the most beautiful girl in the world and the ugliest one God ever made My mascara smudged like fading bruises my heart, persistence that doesn’t learn I touch myself sometimes like it’s penance like maybe I can turn want into worth But my stomach twists when I finish It’s not pleasure, it’s punishment a small, private crucifixion What’s a girl gotta do to be seen and still feel clean to be touched and not scar to want love and not rot from it I tell myself I don’t care anymore but I still scan every room for him the one who’ll look at me like I’m not made of glass or sin The one who won’t flinch at the truth of me or worse- make it poetic Because I’ve been both the wound and the warning I’ve been the show and the silence after And I’m still here painted in red whispering into the mirror Tell me I’m worth it Tell me I’m wanted Tell me this isn’t all there is

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:43 AM UTC

What’s A Girl Gotta Do

I’ve spent my whole life rehearsing how to be wanted Tilt the chin, part the lips laugh like I don’t mean it Men say “She’s magnetic,” but it feels more like being caught in a storm that only ever moves one way I tell myself this is power to be chosen to be stared at until I dissolve into light But under the sequins and the bathroom lighting I know it’s hunger I know it’s loneliness in lingerie I’ve searched for love in the filthiest places bare skin and bad perfume hands that hold me like a secret they’ll forget by morning Letting depraved creatures corrupt me just to remember I’m alive Just to trick my body into thinking I’ve been adored And after, the quiet always finds me I lie there feeling like the most beautiful girl in the world and the ugliest one God ever made My mascara smudged like fading bruises my heart, persistence that doesn’t learn I touch myself sometimes like it’s penance like maybe I can turn want into worth But my stomach twists when I finish It’s not pleasure, it’s punishment a small, private crucifixion What’s a girl gotta do to be seen and still feel clean to be touched and not scar to want love and not rot from it I tell myself I don’t care anymore but I still scan every room for him the one who’ll look at me like I’m not made of glass or sin The one who won’t flinch at the truth of me or worse- make it poetic Because I’ve been both the wound and the warning I’ve been the show and the silence after And I’m still here painted in red whispering into the mirror Tell me I’m worth it Tell me I’m wanted Tell me this isn’t all there is

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You I keep circling your name like a wound I can’t stop touching You appear in dreams half-lit by guilt hands in your pockets eyes like the edge of a mirror You ask me what’s wrong and I say nothing but my whole body is confessing I don’t know what to do to make you like me better Every version of myself keeps dying just to resurrect into something you might hold longer You make me rewrite my skin make me crave the ache of your attention the way it burns like a prayer unanswered And then there’s him He texts at midnight asks what I’m wearing and I show him Not because I want to but because it’s easier than saying I want you instead He gives me everything you withhold fills the silence with want with words that drip like honey into the cracks you made He touches me through the screen and I let him, pretending it’s you behind the static He says my name and it trembles like it means something You say my name and it sounds like a warning I don’t know which of you is real anymore He arrives when he wants me you arrive when I’m dreaming You haunt the places my hands go when the wanting starts to hurt He feeds the hunger but you are the hunger You say you hate sharing But disappear when I want you But I can feel it the way your silence claims me the way your jealousy crawls under my skin and sets up camp in my ribs You don’t want me but you don’t want me all to yourself either And I I want you to own me To lock my heart behind your teeth to brand your name across my pulse to fill me until there’s no space left for confusion I want your love, your anger, your exhaustion all of it- even the parts that hurt to hold But when he touches me my body hums the song you taught it Every tremor whispers your name It’s cruel, how you can be everywhere except here So I conjure you Every night in candlelight or in the glow of my phone screen, I call your spirit to me Come to me Sometimes it works Sometimes I think I feel your hand around my hips, your breathing in time with my heartbeat And sometimes it’s him instead real, warm, wanting And I let him because the spell of you never breaks and I need something to believe in while I wait for you to love me

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:41 AM UTC

You I keep circling your name like a wound I can’t stop touching You appear in dreams half-lit by guilt hands in your pockets eyes like the edge of a mirror You ask me what’s wrong and I say nothing but my whole body is confessing I don’t know what to do to make you like me better Every version of myself keeps dying just to resurrect into something you might hold longer You make me rewrite my skin make me crave the ache of your attention the way it burns like a prayer unanswered And then there’s him He texts at midnight asks what I’m wearing and I show him Not because I want to but because it’s easier than saying I want you instead He gives me everything you withhold fills the silence with want with words that drip like honey into the cracks you made He touches me through the screen and I let him, pretending it’s you behind the static He says my name and it trembles like it means something You say my name and it sounds like a warning I don’t know which of you is real anymore He arrives when he wants me you arrive when I’m dreaming You haunt the places my hands go when the wanting starts to hurt He feeds the hunger but you are the hunger You say you hate sharing But disappear when I want you But I can feel it the way your silence claims me the way your jealousy crawls under my skin and sets up camp in my ribs You don’t want me but you don’t want me all to yourself either And I I want you to own me To lock my heart behind your teeth to brand your name across my pulse to fill me until there’s no space left for confusion I want your love, your anger, your exhaustion all of it- even the parts that hurt to hold But when he touches me my body hums the song you taught it Every tremor whispers your name It’s cruel, how you can be everywhere except here So I conjure you Every night in candlelight or in the glow of my phone screen, I call your spirit to me Come to me Sometimes it works Sometimes I think I feel your hand around my hips, your breathing in time with my heartbeat And sometimes it’s him instead real, warm, wanting And I let him because the spell of you never breaks and I need something to believe in while I wait for you to love me

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does it make you want me more when you see me talk to him? he says something soft his hand slides up my leg bare, the kind of touch that means nothing but looks like everything i wore this underwear for you purple lace fragile as a secret i’ll never tell out loud his fingers trace it and i think about yours the way they tremble when you want something but won’t admit it how bad do you ache watching knowing it’s his hands who touched them first but it’s your name that hums under my breath when no one’s listening i press farther into the man i don’t want heart to heart skin to skin only so i can feel your jealousy crawl up my spine that heat that holy ache you’ve never looked at me like this before your silence is gasoline your stare a match and i’m burning alive burning burning burning how long will you stand there jaw set, heart shaking in your chest before you come closer before you let me ruin you the way i’ve already ruined myself how much longer do i have to let this man’s mouth live rent free on mine when all i want is to taste the sin of you it’s not love, not yet it’s something worse something holy something that feels like being worshiped and punished

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:38 AM UTC

does it make you want me more when you see me talk to him? he says something soft his hand slides up my leg bare, the kind of touch that means nothing but looks like everything i wore this underwear for you purple lace fragile as a secret i’ll never tell out loud his fingers trace it and i think about yours the way they tremble when you want something but won’t admit it how bad do you ache watching knowing it’s his hands who touched them first but it’s your name that hums under my breath when no one’s listening i press farther into the man i don’t want heart to heart skin to skin only so i can feel your jealousy crawl up my spine that heat that holy ache you’ve never looked at me like this before your silence is gasoline your stare a match and i’m burning alive burning burning burning how long will you stand there jaw set, heart shaking in your chest before you come closer before you let me ruin you the way i’ve already ruined myself how much longer do i have to let this man’s mouth live rent free on mine when all i want is to taste the sin of you it’s not love, not yet it’s something worse something holy something that feels like being worshiped and punished

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The power I hold Between my legs Is immeasurable.

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Sep 7, 2025

Sep 7, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC

The power I hold Between my legs Is immeasurable.

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I can Give myself Real pleasure.

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Aug 19, 2025

Aug 19, 2025 at 11:47 AM UTC

I can Give myself Real pleasure.

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I run my fingers between my legs searching for pleasure something that usually I don’t feel in my day-to-day just a little, I beg make me feel something

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Aug 11, 2025

Aug 11, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC

************ Is Also a Way to Fill the Void

I run my fingers between my legs searching for pleasure something that usually I don’t feel in my day-to-day just a little, I beg make me feel something

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Black widow crawling up black vines, expedition to your collarbones. Crown of thorns pressed against barbed wire but neither of us bleeds. Widows web resting inbetween the lilies adorning your hips. If you glance southward, a stabbed jester is crying, bleeding out onto the meadow surrounded by red wildflowers, while the sun is shining bright and the birds vanish into the clouds. He's been like that for a while, I doubt he'll ever stop. Or die. "But don't worry!" he says, "It's okay, it didn't hurt". Black widow crawling up white flesh, along the moths and butterflies, across the imps and critters landing just below the tribal sigils planted atop the hill. Black widow is squirming and writhing, the two of you dancing in splendid synchronicity. Flamenco, with that reddened, swollen shell of yours which I so deeply revere for its elegance. In this tender moment, the stars are immortal and the moon faintly shrouds the city in bone-white rays of tragic incandescence. Black widow retreats to its web and the moths and butterflies have gone to sleep now. Rest easy, sweet Hedone

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Jul 27, 2025

Jul 27, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC

Black widow crawling up black vines, expedition to your collarbones. Crown of thorns pressed against barbed wire but neither of us bleeds. Widows web resting inbetween the lilies adorning your hips. If you glance southward, a stabbed jester is crying, bleeding out onto the meadow surrounded by red wildflowers, while the sun is shining bright and the birds vanish into the clouds. He's been like that for a while, I doubt he'll ever stop. Or die. "But don't worry!" he says, "It's okay, it didn't hurt". Black widow crawling up white flesh, along the moths and butterflies, across the imps and critters landing just below the tribal sigils planted atop the hill. Black widow is squirming and writhing, the two of you dancing in splendid synchronicity. Flamenco, with that reddened, swollen shell of yours which I so deeply revere for its elegance. In this tender moment, the stars are immortal and the moon faintly shrouds the city in bone-white rays of tragic incandescence. Black widow retreats to its web and the moths and butterflies have gone to sleep now. Rest easy, sweet Hedone

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Focused but with ease I sit in a spring-cushioned armchair coated in soft leather, dyed a rich bordeaux. Cigarette in one hand, Negroni in the other, Joint prêt sur la table. The Ouroboros woman lay across from me on the méridienne. Our eyes not breaking sight, we're opposite anchors. Pegs pulling piano wire. As the smooth tapestry of her milky skin is caressed by one wondrous instrument affixed upon her slender forearm, with extensions most sensual, the other one implores herself in glorious fervour. Joie de vivre, as close as you can get, at least. A tenebrous passion. As thunderous as brief. Adieux mon cœur, ma jolie, Élise.

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Jul 27, 2025

Jul 27, 2025 at 9:58 AM UTC

Still Life Of A Passionate Encounter At Dusk With A Woman From Marseille

Focused but with ease I sit in a spring-cushioned armchair coated in soft leather, dyed a rich bordeaux. Cigarette in one hand, Negroni in the other, Joint prêt sur la table. The Ouroboros woman lay across from me on the méridienne. Our eyes not breaking sight, we're opposite anchors. Pegs pulling piano wire. As the smooth tapestry of her milky skin is caressed by one wondrous instrument affixed upon her slender forearm, with extensions most sensual, the other one implores herself in glorious fervour. Joie de vivre, as close as you can get, at least. A tenebrous passion. As thunderous as brief. Adieux mon cœur, ma jolie, Élise.

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# *It’s tender, being the closest of friends.. but oh, isn’t it such a dangerous thing? To hold you with care, in the space we made, while promising I won’t touch a single thing. But sweet love... to be this close to someone like you.. need I say what your voice can bring? Warmth, truth, supportive hands that tend-- it’s a dream come true for those who bleed. But when a deep need is quietly met, can the heart resist going full send? And still—when a need is met without hands, without lips, without sleep lost in shared breath... how long before restraint slips? This depth.. untouched, unspoken, unseen.. it burns through the walls between you and me. Yes, even with agreements so lovingly made... there’s always the risk in a love so brave; that we will both come undone.* #

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Jul 9, 2025

Jul 9, 2025 at 6:31 PM UTC

# *It’s tender, being the closest of friends.. but oh, isn’t it such a dangerous thing? To hold you with care, in the space we made, while promising I won’t touch a single thing. But sweet love... to be this close to someone like you.. need I say what your voice can bring? Warmth, truth, supportive hands that tend-- it’s a dream come true for those who bleed. But when a deep need is quietly met, can the heart resist going full send? And still—when a need is met without hands, without lips, without sleep lost in shared breath... how long before restraint slips? This depth.. untouched, unspoken, unseen.. it burns through the walls between you and me. Yes, even with agreements so lovingly made... there’s always the risk in a love so brave; that we will both come undone.* #

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I’m a bit of a sensualist. First, let me emphasise emotional resonance, there has to be an emotional base, not just an appreciation of hotness. Then, there’s a sense of longing and mystery— that male unknowableness. Don’t forget the hard strength of those rough male edges, you know, the feeling that he’s kind of sculpted from a marble that you just want to run your hands over. And this jet-black hair, the curves and the spiky bits, casual, careless, not fussy or particular, and his warm, firm, implacable hands. Oh, God. Gimmie some. “Sensuality's connected to desire, ya?” I asked the room (Sunny and Lisa are there, studying). “It sure is,” Sunny said, flippantly, “and you just need that hot boyfriend of yours to spank it out of you.” “No,” I winced, “that’s not true.” “Ooo! I love this song” Lisa said, as ‘try’ by BETWEEN FRIENDS began to play on our Echos. . . *Songs for this: this is what falling in love feels like by JVKE golden hour by JVKE* . . Our cast Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady. Lisa, (roommate) 21, my bff and a high society princess, who grew up in a 50th floor Central Park South high-rise. A (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major. Your author, a simple, multinational, upper-crust, trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia who's also a molecular biophysics and biochemistry major (pre-med).

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Mar 28, 2025

Mar 28, 2025 at 8:39 AM UTC

I’m a bit of a sensualist. First, let me emphasise emotional resonance, there has to be an emotional base, not just an appreciation of hotness. Then, there’s a sense of longing and mystery— that male unknowableness. Don’t forget the hard strength of those rough male edges, you know, the feeling that he’s kind of sculpted from a marble that you just want to run your hands over. And this jet-black hair, the curves and the spiky bits, casual, careless, not fussy or particular, and his warm, firm, implacable hands. Oh, God. Gimmie some. “Sensuality's connected to desire, ya?” I asked the room (Sunny and Lisa are there, studying). “It sure is,” Sunny said, flippantly, “and you just need that hot boyfriend of yours to spank it out of you.” “No,” I winced, “that’s not true.” “Ooo! I love this song” Lisa said, as ‘try’ by BETWEEN FRIENDS began to play on our Echos. . . *Songs for this: this is what falling in love feels like by JVKE golden hour by JVKE* . . Our cast Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady. Lisa, (roommate) 21, my bff and a high society princess, who grew up in a 50th floor Central Park South high-rise. A (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major. Your author, a simple, multinational, upper-crust, trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia who's also a molecular biophysics and biochemistry major (pre-med).

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Rising from the womb of the Earth something is being stirred inside me. Could there be anything more sensually satisfying than a stew laced with the romance of crushed roses? Slowly, wrapping around my tongue, savouring each bite, I feast with each nibble peppered heat spiced with the woody caress of cinnamon; An invitation to pause in pleasure Soft apricots pulsing with sweet nectar explode with the essence of The Goddess sending a wave of warm bliss into the cauldron of my belly. Satiated, tasting the last kiss of Summers rich harvest, I rest.

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Oct 11, 2024

Oct 11, 2024 at 5:02 PM UTC

Last Kiss of Summer

Rising from the womb of the Earth something is being stirred inside me. Could there be anything more sensually satisfying than a stew laced with the romance of crushed roses? Slowly, wrapping around my tongue, savouring each bite, I feast with each nibble peppered heat spiced with the woody caress of cinnamon; An invitation to pause in pleasure Soft apricots pulsing with sweet nectar explode with the essence of The Goddess sending a wave of warm bliss into the cauldron of my belly. Satiated, tasting the last kiss of Summers rich harvest, I rest.

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~ *Sun drips on leaves not the backyard variety but the trembling kind the kind that weld night-time intermissions to the roof of the mouth sonnet-filled evaporation reveals the timely concealment of a very, weary inanimate object at the brink just enough hip to be woman just enough wild to be frontier* ~

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Jul 25, 2024

Jul 25, 2024 at 2:49 PM UTC

~ *Sun drips on leaves not the backyard variety but the trembling kind the kind that weld night-time intermissions to the roof of the mouth sonnet-filled evaporation reveals the timely concealment of a very, weary inanimate object at the brink just enough hip to be woman just enough wild to be frontier* ~

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# *Bewitching hour.. And the thought of you taking my words in has it dripping down the sides as I stroke.. Building up for the fourth time tonight in the thoughts of you being open.. and naked.. and near I pull you on top of me and those beautiful hips of yours begin to move.. Mouth to swollen ******* hands under your thighs as I lift you up And then slowly ease you back down.. your beautiful luscious, clenching down on to my shaft so tightly As its liquid juices come forth, in praise* #

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Jul 9, 2024

Jul 9, 2024 at 12:50 PM UTC

# *Bewitching hour.. And the thought of you taking my words in has it dripping down the sides as I stroke.. Building up for the fourth time tonight in the thoughts of you being open.. and naked.. and near I pull you on top of me and those beautiful hips of yours begin to move.. Mouth to swollen ******* hands under your thighs as I lift you up And then slowly ease you back down.. your beautiful luscious, clenching down on to my shaft so tightly As its liquid juices come forth, in praise* #

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We are empty, Half naked. Our bodies meet the eye, The room is quiet, Sacred. You slowly walk, Our eyes talk, Your lips, They quiver. Your voice, Makes me shiver. I am smaller, My body polluted in sweat. For one magical move , And I, Am now undressed. I think you may suspect the rest.

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Dec 26, 2023

Dec 26, 2023 at 6:10 AM UTC

We are empty, Half naked. Our bodies meet the eye, The room is quiet, Sacred. You slowly walk, Our eyes talk, Your lips, They quiver. Your voice, Makes me shiver. I am smaller, My body polluted in sweat. For one magical move , And I, Am now undressed. I think you may suspect the rest.

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So we made love and flew up into the sky Where the clouds caressed our shimmering bodies and the stars welcomed us home. There we stayed, resting... In silent ecstasy as the universe pulsated with the heartbeat of every soul Not a sound was heard As celestial bodies moved in silent ancient accord... "It is time," We said... at long last "To return to that place from long ago Where all is not as it should be Where confusion holds And fear abides." "We must return there, To walk amongst those who would know the truth And tell them of the beauty behind the veil."

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Feb 19, 2023

Feb 19, 2023 at 12:25 PM UTC

Celestial union

So we made love and flew up into the sky Where the clouds caressed our shimmering bodies and the stars welcomed us home. There we stayed, resting... In silent ecstasy as the universe pulsated with the heartbeat of every soul Not a sound was heard As celestial bodies moved in silent ancient accord... "It is time," We said... at long last "To return to that place from long ago Where all is not as it should be Where confusion holds And fear abides." "We must return there, To walk amongst those who would know the truth And tell them of the beauty behind the veil."

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