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Your tongue is the starring feature in a scene played across my mind while my hand vibrates lips and I shake with the remembrance of orgasms past and yet to cum Photo by William Stitt on Unsplash
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I admit it. I fucked up. Caught between awake and dreaming, I thought I could control it. I thought it would be easy since in the past, when the buzzer sounded, I always woke up. But this time, I lay immobilized listening to the incessent screech threating me with ecstasy Dreaming and remembering. Smooth, heat,…
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Show me you thirst for me Grab my hips relentlessly as you heave me back toward you. The feel of the weight of your hands in the crack of my hips holding me as you use me only for your pleasure not worried about anything else except the wet, heat of my pussy spread just…
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Definition of vulnerable : capable of being physically or emotionally wounded This essay birthed itself from the universe. In the last few months, I have been talking about vulnerability non-stop. I have had more discussions on what it means, making spaces for it in romantic relationships and reading articles like this one about what men need most in a…
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I paused the first time I saw one of your photographs scrolling through my feed and found myself involuntarily gripping my lips together. What I saw reached a place inside of me only accesible by a ladder of vulnerability. I realized I was viewing the visual representation of what I wanted my poetry to be. I found…
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Our conversations were foreplay. Both because the bass in his voice made her pussy lips jump in syncopation and because of the actual words coming out of his mouth. And they laughed. Did everyone know that the ability to laugh was the greatest aphrodisiac ever? There was the excitement of finding someone on the same…
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Here’s a fact, I want to fuck you until you cum. I want that fast moving brain to quickly fire synapses to slowly move your fingers over my nipples. Logically analyzing my facial expressions while your dick studies the inside curves of the function of my pussy. I know it will be a planned mistake…
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I want to be your smile in the morning I want to be your late night I want to be your question and answer I want to be your horizon I want to be your last kiss I want to be your I can’t wait to tell you I want to be your wrap…
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The terror grips my heart I promised you were safe with me You came to collect I have to tell you my secrets My undreamt dreams Let you see me blemishes on display While I pray you are who you say you are It’s so much easier to accept than to give Easier to listen, to…
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Sometimes it is too raw this loneliness. The exhaustion of having to carry it all myself. Sometimes it is too much. When all I want is to crawl in your lap and envelope ourselves with silence but you exist only in a future memory. Sometimes it is too real. So real I can’t talk because…
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Wandering & Wondering 