The wind stirred something today,warmth fluttering through clothes,through earth and swaying treesfrom where you have taken me.Branches are a dark outlinelike crooked wires linked across the clear evening skyas a finger gently hushes my lips.You say to not give this...
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To become what beckons my bloodinto a searing needful stream,the hex whispered against my neckbefore lying in this surrender.You cannot pull away just yet.Where you should have been guarded,teeth broke the fruit's skin open first.The nectars drizzle down in thick...
You have your lash and I have my own, marks and stings blossom across your flesh in order to make a home. A little more pain would make the whole heart follow next, veins would surge to the ghost note,...
You've intrigued me, just a little peek and nothing more. There's time for the undoing,the slow crawl of stars edged towards glowing dawnsWhen you'll unlock from meand take the memory of ushaving no beginning or end. Until that early summer...
There will be nothing gentlein what you have incited,the feral core animatedby a curious breach.Your secrets have been kept long enough and I have no more to hand over now, like faint premonitions humming in the air,you'll know everything once...
You think passion came from some other bloom, a shivering vinecalling out your name. There is a differencebetween rope and lace, love. Maybe I cannot ignite youthe way that others can, whether it's a matter of fire not blazing bright...
Beneath all of your careful layers, hands find you longing in the dark, at your most raw and vulnerable, you whisper to go slow this time. To awaken you softly nowwith warm fluttering kisses, lips puckered over a tender nipple,...
I always have a taste for you,feel the heat calling out to me,the silent signal to part open.To press your wetness against me,the slow curve inwardsstops breath for just a moment,pausing to let me hear the tornadowrapped around your turbulent...
And what were you all of this time?The beautiful heartbroken waifpatiently awaiting love to sailagain upon a lonely shore,estranged from all songs but your own.It would be too simple to resgin,to assign a myth to such stories,to be the homesick...
It goes deeper than the words exchanged that singe our senses,the ones that begin with a teaseand gradually sink into places no others own the coordinates to.Deeper than the sting I groan fromwhen your nails drag down my back,soothed by...