Show me your edges

Take off your clothes. Show me. Show me your edges. I want to see with my own eyes where you end and where I begin. I want to see where I fit, where you leave off being you and turn into me


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Love consumes me


I am a wild lover.
Love consumes me.
I let go, my soul boils inside me.
My kisses will stain your skin, my eyes will burn your heart.
I will break you and I will fix you. I am addictive.
I am yours.

– Anita Krizzan

Love me Reckless


Grab my hair like you grabbed my heart, forcefully with your fists. Pull my hips closer to yours like the tides and teach me why the moon floods the beach at midnight. Remind me how to breathe by making me breathless. Don’t love me tenderly, love me reckless.


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To have you just a little…


I love you the way a drowning man loves air. And it would destroy me to have you just a little.

Rae Carson, The Crown of Embers


Love demands expression


Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid.

Jeanette WintersonWritten on the Body

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Midnight Moon

by Sunny

Sapphire diamonds
cascade across the sky
blue sensual passion
floats with care and
romantic emotion

for this moon goddess
rests upon high
showering your soul
with penetrating
sensations that one man
can only experience in his
most relaxed state of mind

feeling my hands of pure silk
gliding gently across your skin
soothing the aches of the world
which rest heavily on your heart

sprinkles of moon dust enter
your senses as you breathe
my heart into your restless
state of begging sleep

lover I am your midnight passion
your intoxicating remedy
drink my whispers of sweet
for rest is needed when lovers
ignite as one.


In the depths we swim deeper

we are magic

we are moments.

we are dreams and

we are everything.

and in the depths

we swim

deeper to

discover that we

are not born whole

so we cannot be

broken. we are born

in two’s, and we are

searching, searching

for the other piece,

that other person

to guide us home.

r.m. drake


I fell for you again

“I can still taste the tip of your tongue

On the back of my tongue,

And your breathing,

slowly escalating,

Getting warmer,

On my neck.

Your body


My body.

Your hand,

Grasping for air,

On my hair,

Your fingertips tracing

The hills and valleys of my back.

You can have my body,

But you’ll never have my soul back.

I fell for you again,

Like the rain falls,

In the fall.

But though you pretend,

You’ve never loved me at all.



against each other

“We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally falling together like rain.” 

― Emme RollinsDear Rockstar


Tracing you…

“Let those eyes close,
heavy as they have been,
let them sink
and in the stillness
behind them
find peace.
Let those eyes close,
flooded as they have
found themselves,
and feel me lying next 
to you,
tracing you
to sleep.”

~Tyler Knott Gregson

His presence

” He had not touched me.

He did not need to.

His presence had affected me

in such a way that I felt

as if he had caressed me

for a long time.”

~ Anaïs Nin


sacred moments

I ache to be inside your head,

to feel what shall not be spoken of

but only felt by your most sacred moments

in time.

To see what your heart feels,

what you think as you observe your day,

those thoughts you keep stacked away,

always nagging at your skin,

wanting to be released

but not to be shared.

I want to know your hidden parts,

those who smell of roses

but look dark as your shadows,

like the whole of confusion,

of separation to the others.

Because the others will never understand.

Because the others are not like you.



Sound of Your Smile

Come here
And take off your clothes
And with them
Every single worry
You have ever carried.
My fingertips on your back
Will be the very last thing
You will feel
Before sleeping
And the sound of my smile
Will be the alarm clock
To your morning ears.
Come here
And take off your clothes
And with them
The weight of every yesterday
That snuck atop your shoulders
And declared them home.
My whispers will be the soundtrack
To your secret dreams
And my hand
The anchor to the life
You will open your eyes to.
Come here 
And take off your clothes.

~Tyler Knott Gregson 


Touching the Pleasure

If I am to kneel down 
in front of your nakedness 
if I am to speak softly 
to your arousing desire 
if I am to say 
all the things I want to do 
would you? 
Without you or I touching the pleasure 
would you? 
I will smile at its arrival 
wetting my lips in hungry anticipation 
looking up at you with can I eyes 
Needing to taste pre again 
watch me and my look of love 
know it’s my want 
let me feed 
from you 

Written by Timetolisten (TimetoSHOUT)

Happy Inside

My senses feel you guiding my hand,
My feeling now touching your beauty inside,
Eyes still closed I’m dreaming for more,
With this kiss our tongues feel for more,
Gliding my hands along your perfect curves,
Watching your eyes as I look at your soul,
Ecstasy brings a new height for the way we two feel,
Still playing with tongues and the movements of hands,

I feel a pleasure deep inside,
I feel at a loss no longer in control,
With every movement my bodies alive,
With every caress a deeper feeling of you is now mine,
Eyes still closed I feel your delight,
This feeling I’ve felt has been the touch of your skin,

Holding you tight closer inside,
Everlasting moments our true delight,
All control we lose again and again,
Becoming closer I see you smiling within,
All day blushing and smiling inside,
All day waiting for the next time we collide,
All day knowing we’re happy inside.

Author: Clive B Ringshall


As you please

 “I give myself to you:

My hunger, yours; my body, yours to consume;

my lips, my mouth, my teeth, yours to put where you want them;

my hair, my flesh, yours to cut, to tie, to pull, to enter;

my every thought, yours to turn into words, yours to ink on your skin;

yours… the length of me is yours to do with

as you




Call it a kiss


“Call it a kiss, but
I want to dip my fingers
into a dark wine
and paint your lips red
and let it drip down your neck.
I want to cup your wet chin
and raise the goblet
of your fine wine mouth to
I want to drink from you
until we taste the same.”