Flowers are nice, but I’d rather your favorite book, dog-eared and underlined, your notes in the margins.

Hear the pant, groans mine, skin on skin droplets divine, of essence and taste, swallowed without waste, on the tip of verse, immersed, locked gaze, soul glazed, moon’s feat, complete. #EFJune

you’re every letter in my poetry

Takes my breath.

I long to touch the parts you hide & merge into your soul

My lips still taste of hauntings and moonlight.

She was a constellation wearing skin: scattered, luminous, and wild.

I’m not extra. You’re just used to less.

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Summertime wishing for all your naked dances.

I surrender into the night’s silent soul, coming home, undone under your control, bound in leather, torn lace, sinful seduction, a certain grace, sultry stare, smirky grin, indigo trace. #Amatory Amatory~

nights in infrared

A cadence of verse, encased in the rhythm of velvet.

Happy Tuesday! 😘

Back and forth, intensity screams, soak you in verse, or so it seems, crawl into your skin, savor your soul, where to begin, halves into whole. #EFJune

a beautiful, poetic desire

a divine dragon

Again and again.

Happy Thursday! 😘

I’m crazy about you. In the fun way.