When the bonds are true, you are free to fly….🔗

. twilight arrives with its softening effect moon and stars shine their mystic light through the darkness tenderness emerges, thoughts find their way to you #amatory #poetry

In someone's story, we're all the villain.

To taste her is experience itself. -Experience- @Sixwordsx #Storyin6

Morning...

À deux mains....

Emotions release in midnight's essence. Under the radiance of a mystical moon. An illuminating aura spotlighting desires, To feel, for real, imaginations become reality. My lips, your lips soft, demandingly unyielding In your arms, I would want time to standstill. 📷 Gemini

For her, it was always strangely beautiful how, at the end of the day, when the sky was painted in reds, oranges, pinks, and soft shades of blue and purple, they always seemed to have the same thought in mind. To finally be together again. When the night came and he returned from work, he would find her waiting by the door, unable to hide the anticipation on her face. And every single time, seeing him step through that door made her smile without even realizing it. The moment he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest, the noise in her mind slowly faded, her worries became quieter, and for a little while, the world stopped demanding things from her. She felt safe. She felt protected. She felt home. They loved the simple things. Sharing dinner, talking about their day, and laughing over things that probably weren't that funny but bedtime was always their favorite. It was the moment they secretly looked forward to all day. Her head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around her warm body, listening to his heartbeat. Some nights they talked for hours, sharing dreams, fears, old wounds, and the thoughts they rarely showed anyone else. Other nights, they simply held each other and let the silence speak for them. People always say that home is where the heart is, and perhaps that was true because theirs had always been in each other's hands. “Bedtime”🩸🥀

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Beneath the bruised velvet of midnight, I claim you. My fingers trace the slow fire along your throat—teeth grazing the pulse that beats only for me—while shadows coil like smoke around your trembling thighs. You are mine, every slick inch of silk and ache, every broken moan that spills from your lips like forbidden prayer. I devour the salt of your surrender, tongue worshiping the sacred ruin between your legs until the moon itself blushes at how completely I own you. No other hands will ever map this heat. No other voice will ever pull those velvet whimpers from your chest. In the dark garden of your body I am king and beast and ruin, sinking deep, marking you with teeth and seed and endless hunger. You are mine forever, my love— even when the world burns, even when your legs shake and your soul forgets its own name, you remain claimed, possessed, devoured… Mine.

Strung to you by hunger, a puppet to your appetite.

Bodies grind in the dark Skin on skin, heat rising. Hands grip, pull closer. Breath heavy, no words. Just the raw need. Fucking slow and deep, sweat slick, lost in it.

i'm the kind of filthy that stains that you can't simply wash away the only cure to sate my sin fuck me good and pure fill me deep within

when i say drowning in desire there is no water only want not liquid but lust the only thing i want to douse myself in is your love is your trust is you as me you fuck

You’re my untraveled path alluring and mysterious Unlock the gate Sketch out the map I’m hydrated and ready for the adventure that is you

A wild cougar... Exploring Having fun... Never boring Mommy kink... She wants her baby But she wants him... To only want her If he's faithful... She'll reward her sir He'll be pleased... And teased She wants to be... His one and only To be his girlfriend... And fantasy 😈🔥

RT @AllOutofPucks: Living in a feverish hell The distance unbearable at times My carnal desires glistening and dripping for you Master My…

The daylight bleeds... it’s choking out your face i’m grieving Weeping through this empty space the sky is burning burning a gasping red suffocating in screams of words unsaid you slipped away time began to crawl you’re gone beyond my reach beyond my call horizon steals the warmth I used to hold daylight dies my heart grows cold I watch the twilight rip away your days I can't breathe beneath what’s torn away you left me here the silence is too loud your shadow wrapping wrapping like a funeral shroud I'm spiraling breaking on this fading hill life keeps on racing but my world is still i trap myself in grief left behind dressed in sunset of a day I wish, I wish I could unwind *Dressed in sunsets #bionicanadian @bionicanadian

we seek the sacred where light traces the edge of our understanding; we begin to see the meaning of our intentions once sought with earnest… blooming where appoggiatura rests at the flame’s tip… led by that dissonance into the darkness… #Amatory #FoxProse