Wandering & Wondering

  • Savage

    I want to devour you Sit on top of your lips Thighs choking you Drown you until you can’t breathe anything except me Ride your tongue until it hurts Ferocious on your dick Thrashing my legs until I cum once twice three times My release vicious Leaving you hard and helpless Ravage you Peel back…

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  • Streams

    Thoughts Melancholy Needing to be held To transfer To receive To submit To be dominated To relieve myself To give over thought But trust But trust But trust Not for the faint of heart Not for the weak Physical Raw But fear But doubt But over thinking But this Stevie Wonder But this overjoyed But…

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  • Silence

    A mirror reflecting no judgement Your silence Non response Letting me say anything Be anything Open No judgement No response I prattle on and on While you sit Silent I don’t bother with your thoughts Only mine

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  • Lingering…

    “You linger in my mind every time I talk to you,” he told her on their last marathon phone conversation. Since they spoke on the telephone so sporadically, and saw each other in person even less, she knew he meant what he said as fact. But… He wounded her. Deeply. That’s why she had him…

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  • Watching

    He had game so stealth, the Pentagon needed to hire him for a defense contract. Somehow before she knew it, he had her number in his phone and not too much longer thereafter, his tongue down her throat. And just like any surprise attack, she was not prepared. She normally could sum up men with…

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  • Transformation

    Much respect to bell hooks, but she has it wrong. At it’s core, aren’t love’s extremes are a violent vortex of peace and of passion? Violent emotions that exist perfectly balanced in the chaos of paradox. Violence that makes us act irrationally – willing to give up our lives to protect those we love or…

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  • Universe just us two

    It had never been phrased to her like that before. That the act of creating a story for someone was creating a universe. An act more intimate than sharing physical space. Was she reckless with her gifts? Or was her gift to create infinite galaxies for those who occupied her nebula for a period of…

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  • Down the hole

    His mind worked like no other she had seen before. For years, conversations flowed from discussions of existentialism in one breath to Dr. Seuss in the next. His love notes were Wikipedia articles on math theorems because he knew how much she loved reading them. She was the poet and he was the thinker. A…

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  • Taken

    The instagram post said “try not to think of how desperately you need to be taken, bound and fucked right now.” But I couldn’t stop. I had to face my desire that I wanted him to take it from me. I wanted to just feel him come up behind me and stick two fingers inside…

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  • Always be fuckabke

    I saw it in a book. Always be fuckable because you just never know. Checking myself to see am I ready externally. Is my hair done? Do I smell nice? Are my legs shaved and my feet soft? But I realized that the most important work is inside. Am I always fuckable on the inside?…

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