Her secret words speak of —soft touches, breath on skin— and —bent over, worn leather on skin— the duality of her desire merely a skip across the narrow strait in our way #poetry #vss365 #strait #writingcommunity #scribblinglines #blueskypoets

in the softness of the morning light the world feels simple and right

The cold rain falls heavy and unrelenting, like the ache I carry. Sadness, doubt, and the quiet fear of being unseen wrap around my ankles like roots, pulling me down. And now, as I sit here listening to the patter against my window, I can’t help but wonder will I ever bloom again?

I adopted these. They will have a nice new happy home in my backyard. This makes me smile. 🌺🌸🌱

There was once a girl with grass stained knees and dreams too big for the small life she lived. A girl who swore she’d never trade her freedom for comfort, her wonder for duty. Now she counts the weeks by grocery trips and paying bills. 1/2 #FoxProse

Your needs aren’t a burden. They’re a map, and I want to follow them. 🖤

the sky was heavy with stars, coaxing us softly without force, until we opened— mouths parted, secrets spilling drawn to our dark like a tide, slow and certain, pulling us under in quiet surrender

Sex so good everyday becomes laundry day

She didn’t seek attention, yet it gathered around her like jasmine in the summer air. Her allure wasn’t just because of the white silk dress, it was in the quiet certainty with which she wore it.

let me taste all the flavours of our lust

thunder shakes the night shattering my secret dreams I reach for first light

When her feet are on your shoulders and she is giving herself to you …..you have to take her ….they key is to make out with it ….taste her …devour her make her cum hard on your lips so that is all she can think of the next day …..

warm stone beneath feet, stream babbles in time with thoughts, a lunch hour escape #Haiku #thinkingrock

I felt like an afterthought. Smiling through the quiet where something tender should’ve been. I thought of peonies, my favorite, full blooms that open like they mean it. No one brings them. No one remembers. Maybe one day, they will think of me, not from guilt, or necessity but from appreciation.

decorate me with glossy warm ribbons of your approval

Today, we celebrate the sacred gift of motherhood. The love, strength, and wisdom that mothers give. 🪷 Also sending love and light to hearts that might feel heavy today. Those who have lost their mothers, those who longed to be mothers, and those carrying invisible grief. 💕

Time to rest.

flowers blooming replacing a mirror with a window #nonbinary #nonbinarypoetry #haiku #micropoetry

I use her moans like a map. Every gasp, every tremble, every broken word guiding me deeper. 🖤

to be held by your care and protection until I feel safe enough to r d e m a

Today the universe reminded me that love is all around 🎈🩷

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The attitude adjustment when you become a brat …….

stretch my desires until I can take all of them