I'm sorry my soul bumped into yours and knocked you off your feet.

It’ll be all ok, one day, for all of us

Whisper My Darkness She said, I’m not the light you chase— I’m the heat you survive. So I stayed, burning slow in every part I didn’t show. —Peter Shoneye ✍🏾 #SultryVerse #FoxProse #HeWrites #PoetryAfterDark #IntimateLines

Enjoying… Graceful and beautiful moves with intimate charm—her connection dares to dance, like ballet in motion. #BalletDancer #DanceInMotion #IntimateCharm

📝 My Loneliness Is Killing Me (A quiet confession—written in breath, not ink) He writes… I won’t dress it up— this ache isn’t poetic. It’s the kind that sits in my chest when silence thickens. I talk to the walls, sleep beside shadows. I pretend not to miss you so loud it

Another beautiful day ahead May yours be sweet & pleasant 🫶🌊💙 my 📷

for her #cummerbund she tore the Blue from the fading horizon the Purple from the naked cry & the Green from myriad grudges so it might dance before the gods of the first fire and turn their gaze from present sorrow #vss365 #poetry

#vss365 #Cummerbund 🖋️ He writes… You say you don’t want to write of love— but even the butterflies disagree. They’ve settled in your garden with wings the shade of maybe. Soft and gooey, like something undone by a name you haven’t said out loud. If the cummerbund feels

#vss365 #Cummerbund 🖋️ She writes… It’s not love— not the kind that holds your hand. More like a crush on loneliness, because it shows up when no one else does. The butterflies? They come at night. Not to flutter— but to undress my sleep, leave trails like wet dreams in silk

The Police - Roxanne 🎧🎸🧑‍🎤👩‍🎤🎶🎼🎸🧑‍🎤👩‍🎤

A feeling not quite a gut but adjacent like a #cummerbund to an instinct that should never be ignored #vss365

#BdsmTales Teaser ✍🏾🔥 She danced on the edge of “don’t you dare” and “make me.” I didn’t need ropes. She gave in to the grip. Tell me— how do you tame a Brat? 😏 —Peter Shoneye ✍🏾 #BdsmTales #Brat BdsmTales #HeWrites #PoetryAfterDark #FoxProse #ModernRomantic #IntimateVerse

Let’s let her soul play in this sonic pool of memory and desire. 🖋️ She writes… He says I’m a melody— but I’m more than a song. I’m the groove on the vinyl where his fingers return, not to replay me, but to remember how silence once made sound when it kissed a name. The

#BdsmTales ✨ #Brat 🖋️ He writes… She bit her lip like it was a secret she didn’t plan to keep. Velvet voice, dagger smile— she danced on the edge of “don’t you dare” and “make me.” No ropes yet, but my patience was already tied. Brats don’t break… they purr when you hold

There are far better things ahead than any that we leave behind 🤍 #Goodmorning 𝕏 Friends Happy Tuesday 😊🧸☕️

She writes… Show me how deep love can be— not in gifts, but in glances that undress fear, in touches that don’t hurry, in silence that knows where to hold me when words forget how. Let it be the kind of love that doesn’t just kiss flesh but listens for the ache underneath. If

📝 Teaser from Days After The Storm —A novel in poetic fragments by Peter Shoneye ✍🏾 She didn’t mean to leave it behind. Her journal—soft with poems unsent, still breathing his name in between the lines. But the boat wouldn’t wait. And neither did the wind. Now it rests in a