It would be easy to succumbto the rhythm your body weaves,relentlessly grinds against me, what can that dance now reveal that my heart hasn't already clutched?And like an arrow drawn out from the safest silken quiver,a darkened faith steadied the...
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I once arranged songs for you, plucked from a collection that hums through my nights, melodies that summon nothingbut the beats and codes we found.The first is about a last kiss,just one before I go,and that always and foreverare hands...
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...
I know of what you speakI have been there you see.There was a day not so long agowhen I looked like youas he looked at me. Our eyes caressed each other gentlyand his world is what I was.I remember it so...
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,...