Don't stare too long,
for I will distract you.
I will let you fall
into the green pools
of fairy elixirs & insatiable desires.
I have no need to save you,
for while you are here, we can swim and sail, and chase cotton candy skies.
We will feast on their flavor, which is
similarly sweet to the
essence between my thighs.
I will worship you,
in any way that you train me to.
For that is my purpose,
to serve you,
my goal, is to make you forget all other Siren Songs & lovers past.
So no,
I will not save you.
I will beckon you, time and time again,
as many times as you will come to me...
cum for me,
cum with me.
💋
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I'm not saying that fucking this attitude out of me is possible, but I definitely think we should explore it as an option.
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I just wanna be a drooly wet mess with mascara stained cheeks while He calls me His good girl and says I've never been more beautiful as I choke on His cock. Is that really too much to ask for?
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Laundry day
He couldn't keep his hands off, and I couldn't pull him close enough
And we couldn't get naked quick enough for either of our liking
Two fewer outfits needing laundering
left torn and ripped
littered across the floor as we grab
and pull and thrust and moan
and sully our souls in ways that will never wash clean.
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“I wish you were here — or I were there — or something — I don’t know what —”
— Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz c. December 1919 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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They changed the artwork on the walls
Whimsy in it's finest glory & I think
if I were a work of art
I hope I'd look
just like that
The perfect blend of playful meets grunge
& hung in a place just like this
Esoteric music playing softly in the background
& chandeliers that contrast the blackened oak flooring with ceilings that match
Oh if these brick walls could talk
what era of stories would they share...
Yes
In my next life I hope my bones are stretcher bars
& my skin the finest linen
my soul, the acrylics
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Give me weird, give me magical, give me eccentric. Give me all the things that make you so uniquely, you.
Let the others have normal.
Let me have your real.
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When He gives me that slow burn, the kind that leaves me unable to make any other sound than whimpers and my breath catching in my throat to the rythm of His thrusts
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"Your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of penetration."
- Anaïs Nin
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