Submerge me in your depths
Drown me in desire
Your breath on my skin, a whisper
Moans echoing, space filled
Release, then fill, devour, repeat
Erase all else, leave only you
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Echoes of Ecstasy
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The Art of Ecstasy
You lay me down as if you are in the presence of something precious. You trace my flesh. Slowly, tantalizingly so. Kissing the trails your hands take. I gasp. My breath hitching in my throat as my back arches. Prey. Your prey. Waiting to be fully devoured. Every movement meticulously sending me into a euphoric spiral. More, my silent plea. You give more until all that’s left is my deliciously wrecked body for you to hold.
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Yearning Whispers of My Ghost
Yearning and ache settle in for the night. Wrapping their tentacles around me like a cool September night air. You come to take your place, not allowing me to forget to whom I belong. Tonight I want to drift without the aching absence of your ghost.
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The Art of Detachment
The time often comes when someone withdraws into silence. Don’t let a ghost haunt you; instead, transmute it. Allow this sacred time to become a space where you romanticize your life. Take a long, indulgent shower and lotion your body like a temple, savoring the softness and smoothness. Let your playlist become the arms that wrap around you. Sit with yourself in front of the mirror and look into your own eyes, taking care to comb your hair. Light your candles, spray your favorite scent, and become creatively obsessed with exploring yourself. Write, draw, paint, and move your body like a goddess to the music. Be so obsessed with your most precious things—time and presence—that silence only silences them.
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Woven With Gold
Wholeness is a myth I’ve never known. My scars aren’t whispers of inconvenience; they’re battle cries of survival. Trauma’s brutal brushstrokes painted my soul with darkness, yet I found colors in the shadows. I rose, again and again, like a phoenix forged from fragments. My cracks aren’t flaws; they’re golden seams of strength, woven into the fabric of my being. I’ll never be whole, but I’m a masterpiece of resilience, delicately precious and rare.
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Blue Painting Me Pink
The sky is pink tonight.
It’s soft, beautiful, calm, silent and totally captivating.
It reminds me of you.
There it is just painting my heart.
Eyes with tears thinking, Always.
Love bigger than the sky.
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Magnetic Whispers
They never listen. I warn them. I linger long after your logic and reason fade. My spirit is magnetic; magic radiates from the core of my soul. There are flames that are warm and delicious, but they’ll leave you empty and cold once you cross the invisible line I cannot tolerate. They never listen. While they shed the weight of who they pretend to be, I glow. A soul meant to feel not be tamed.
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Your Phantom
Did you think I wouldn’t walk with my head held high? That I would be unable to look you in the eye? I saw you crack, the color draining from your face at the weight of seeing me—a tormented man. I am the phantom you still long for; you simply a memory of someone I once thought about so highly of.
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Entwined Secrets
My eyes can’t hide.
Not from you.
They scream what my mouth never says.
Secrets that only unravel when yours take the lead.
Dancing to music I only know with you.
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My Kiss, Your Check…
Our last night together, I entered into it strangely. My walls were up, shielding myself from facing the reality of what I was. I was protecting my energy. The moment you wrapped your arms around me, I melted into you. Being yours felt as simple as breathing. I allowed myself to enjoy this one moment in time. Each touch was a soft ending. I filed away our conversation, your laugh—music to me. I love the way you make my mind work; you’re brilliant. You holding me, listening to you breathe while you slept, pulling me close to take me one last time… I knew it was just a need you were seeking, not me. You turned at the door, with a slight hesitation. I held my breath with hope. You stopped yourself, and so I kissed your cheek goodbye.
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