Your words,
they pulled me like tide on tethered soul
each line a hush,
each verse a look I wasn’t ready to return.

I fought this.
Dodged your warmth like it might burn.
But oh, the fear
that you’d see right through the quiet,
to the hunger I bury under silk and sarcasm.
Desires not made for daylight.

Your poetry
exquisite on page,
sinful in my mind.
How lucky your muse,
to be the wellspring of your art.
How luckier still am I,
to drink from it.

Your hands
a haven.
My head in your lap,
countless times I’ve drifted into the safest sleep.
Fingers laced as you drive,
windows down, world forgotten.

I hate this feeling.
I do.
But I can’t cut it out of me.
I know what this is
and what it isn’t.

So I beg you,
Honey Bee…
let me be.

Because if I come too close,
you’ll sting.
And I’ll break.
Mercy,
on me,
and on this stubborn heart
I can’t take a love
that never starts.

~ hologram

you hologramed
into my bedroom last night,
not the version they see,
but the one I met
in the quiet
between performances.

the no-performance you.
the one who didn’t need
an audience
to be real.

my brain short-circuited
at the sight.
grief glitching into desire.
fury looping into longing.
because I’ve been angry.
at the gods,
at myself,
but mostly
at you.
at the cowardice.
yours.
my own.

not just the cowardice
to surrender,
but to escape.

you called it clean.
you called it kind.
but your silence bled so loud
I tasted the iron
on my own tongue.

you said,
we both know what this is.
we do.
not in the beginning.
but somewhere along
the slow descent,
when we crossed a line
we pretended not to see.

you never named it.
neither did I.
not in my writing,
not in whispers,
not even in the bathwater
where my thoughts go to drown.

because naming it
would mean letting it live.
and if it lives,
what am I supposed to do
with some thing
that can’t?

but not naming it
doesn’t make it vanish.
it just carves itself
into my ribs
without consent.

and still,
I hate myself.
for feeling it.
for feeding it.
and I hate you
so much more
for knowing
and choosing
not to.

and if you ever want to
shatter what’s left,
just say
you’ll always wonder.
because I do.
and I wander
with it.

Our moon slips red—eclipse’s ****** shadow cups her breast.
She lies still, a fawn, beneath my tear-brimmed eyes.
Her breath—dream’s morning dew?—a whispered request?
Light turns slowly, touch between her parted thighs.
She moans a whispered song—arching, “come to me.”

It's your eyes
.. but even more
it's your sleeping body
.. against my chest or my back
it's the very beauty
.. of your desire
.. when you get up
it's your smell
.. that almost isn't there
.. and most of all
it's your hands
.. that take care of me
.. in between making me
.. inconspicuously feel
.. under my clothes
.. that it is true

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT

in crimson breath i draw your image,
ruby rogue, apple temptation.
temptation, yes temptation.
GOD
I want to swallow you whole
and keep you in the pit of my stomach
I want to rip your skin open
and see your true face
I want to fuse my soul with you
even if it stains me red

Dear Rogue, come ****** my heart out
thief that you are, of my innocence
and my days of apathy
Color me, even in blood
For I would rather bear your mark
than remain an empty canvas

Dear Rouge, know you are the apple of my eye,
the source of my passion,
the greatest possession I have known.
Your image lingers,
I cannot resist.

I do not want to resist.

I want to float awash in your torrent.
And lose myself in it.
Cast my visage off like skin,
that we may be naked and kindred in exposure.
And hungry, still.
That we may devour each other.
Consume each other.
Consummate each other.

I want to **** your cherry.
Bad metaphor, I know, but such are the workings of passion.

I want to want.
And I want to want more. To covet.
For you I would sin and burn in elation.

So, R., what would you do for me?

I want you to steal my heart and claw it open till it bleeds a sea of rouge

She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,
My breath explores the hollow of her thighs.
She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,
She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.

My breath explores the hollow of her thighs,
A damp note, I taste the waking skin.
She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.
I circle close, inhale where love has been.

A damp note, I taste the waking skin,
Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves.
I circle close, inhale where love has been,
Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves.

Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves,
A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin.
Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves,
A ****** breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within.

A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin,
I breathe in her gasp—wildflowers, warm and wet.
A ****** breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within,
Lips part slowly, a drip lingers and falls—lips met.

She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,
I am a tender hush, a windy night, her secret dream.
She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,
Forever as one, a silent, deep, pleasured scream.

to be lasted over, but never met.
to be desired fiercely, but never held.
a fantasy. a fetish.
they see you as a threat.

they dream the dream of your idea,
all you represent.
they reach to touch you freely,
but flinch when you touch back.

because they feel it:
your wholeness is too heavy
to carry on their back.
your layers too tangled
to play with just one thread.
your words anchor too deeply
to catch in fishing nets.

you scare.
you amaze.
you trigger.
so they retreat instead.

they give up before even trying
to walk a mile with you.
because they see
the space you take
just being you.

You are too beautiful
to be touched
by anyone, by me

alone, I hope
if I may, if I dare
to do what someone may one day

I pass your house
There is only a window
between me and your bed

in which I dream myself
when I cannot sleep
and hold my breath

and time stands still
intoxicated by your lips
I feel your hand

on my chest, no
I won't run away
when you open the door

When darkness silently
smolders my restless soul,
come like a steady storm,
dangerously pull me into a gravity
I would never want to escape.

For I would know you
by the touch that trembles
on my petal-soft skin,
making me quiver
in sensual anticipation.

I would know you
by your musky scent,
in which my breath dissolves,
swirling in seduction,
craving to explore more.

I would know you
by your slow breath,
caressing my skin like silk,
by the sound of your steady footsteps,
trembling the ground on which I stand.

I would recognize your soul
in the middle of a murmur,
melting me with its lingering
presence that penetrates me
with a fervent, fervid passion.

Stirring storms in full silence,
you make my desire swell,
till I slowly surrender
to savour this moment
of alluring, unexplored joy.

You I would know,
even with the last beat
of my restless heart,
my **** last breath
chanting your name like prayer.

🎀  𝒩𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒥𝒶𝓃𝒾  🎀

आहे मन हावरट, हवं त्याला सगळं,
संसाराच्या मोहात अडकले ते आगळं.

मित्रदेखील हवेत त्याला,
मैत्रिणीदेखील हव्या,
Relation मध्ये येऊ
अशा आशा नव्या-नव्या.

मान-सन्मान हवा,
वाहवाही हवी त्याला,
पण हवंय सगळं फुकट –
मेहनत करायची कशाला?

Materialistic मोह
त्याला आवरत नाही,
आयपत नसेल तरी मोठी गाडी घेऊ –
हरकत नाही काही.

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