Luna Rae Duvall | MyMourningMoth 🕯️

Come closer…

your pulse is the only prayer I still believe in.

I don’t want your love,

I want the place your breath hesitates when you think of me.

You call it obsession.

I call it the taste of destiny on your throat.

And yet… you keep coming back to me,

and you wonder why my fangs ache for you.

Stay away? I simply cannot.

My sweet, you already live between my teeth.

You are mine.

And I am yours,

for eternity.

Somewhere between prayer and punishment, a soul reaches for redemption, and finds only the echo of its own damnation.

- Written by Luna Rae Duvall | MyMourningMoth 🥀

If the soul had a color, mine would be black with undertones of thunder.

-Luna Rae Duvall | MyMourningMoth

Sorry I've been MIA. I'm in the middle of several massive projects and absolutely exhausted. Excited! But exhausted trying to keep up with everything.

I hope you're all having an amazing spooky month!

I am now human

My heart was beating so fast, I thought I would die

I was completely reduced to basic human instincts

I’ve caught your spell

and baby am I selfish.

Pulling me completely under, with your deep eyes

My hands trembling under yours

your nails slightly longer than mine, matching in a cadence that fluctuates with each contact of eyes

Oh how. I have longed and yearned to feel this

how smooth your skin is and to brush your hair away from your face

Or to swirl the top of my tongue along your hands, clean it of any other touch

Like sugar on my tongue, and I slurp with concentration and excitement

To see your slightly bigger forehead as I feel the heat of your face

To see you laugh with that full body wave, thankful that I caused it

I am human now

because I am jealous

I am alive because my veins have awakened

The dopamine flushing my skin with vitality and stupidity

At your dumb jokes, and even more with all the little things I learn about you

The messages in the dark of my room, the excitement never wades

I try to see myself from your eyes, glaze over things that might attract you

What was cold and displaced is now over analyzing and focusing on the scent lingering on your skin

Hoping your eyes aren’t following mine as they travel towards your exposed legs

Christ, I feel teased like a victorian man seeing ankle for the first time

I want to feel you all the time, in and under my skin and only mine

In my eyes, that burn when shut with fantasies, some extreme and rough with speed and desire.

Others soft like the warm press of fresh laundry. Rare but constant, I replay conversations just to imagine your voice in my mind.

I brush my hands over my lips to imagine how yours would feel like

I am human because I fantasize about you

I long for a yes, or the way you say my name

I never had to tell you, you just knew.

Never exaggerated or repeated but with a soft tone

That draws a line from my eyes towards your lips.

There is no greater pleasure than hearing your mouth make sounds, vowels and consonants

I wish to make it last.

such a greedy request, yes?

Or is wanting you more of a betrayal of self

I nevertheless can’t stop, I chase every interaction and vibrate when your eyes are in me

Isn’t that the most human thing someone can do?

I am human now because I can never get enough of you

Now that I’ve felt your skin, I am under your spell