A Welcoming Beginning;
Who runs this account, why it exists, and what I postâŚâ an introduction and a warm welcome to those whoâve found their way here.
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A Welcoming Beginning;
Who runs this account, why it exists, and what I postâŚâ an introduction and a warm welcome to those whoâve found their way here.

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SuggestiveâMDNI
The Abyss of Desire
Their eyes meet mine â dark, lidded, taunting me with the very essence of submission. A game. A cruel, exquisite game. They exist to unravel me, to push me to the brink of madness, and God⌠they revel in it. Of course, they savor this far more than I do. How could they not?
My grip tightens in their hair, a silent command. They yield, perfectly still, breath trembling against my lips as I lean forward. Slowly. Deliberately. I stop when our mouths graze, a breath apart, the heat between us searing. Their gaze, heavy and half-lidded, invites me deeper into the abyss â they wait. Patient. Obedient. My move.
I claim them. My lips crash against theirs â hungry, bruising, a war of breath and heat. My hands roam, finding their path to the core of them, slipping beneath the fabric that dares to separate us. Fingers glide over their skin, a whispered demand for more. Strip. Yield. Shiver. Their body obeys, trembling beneath my touch, and instinctively, I press into them, feeling the sweet friction that sets my mind alight.
My lips leave theirs, trailing lower â down the line of their jaw, to the curve of their neck. The taste of them lingers on my tongue, intoxicating. I bite. Hard. I suck, branding them with each kiss, each mark a declaration. Their body is my canvas, and I paint with desire.
They shudder, soft groans slipping past their lips, each sound a symphony in this inferno weâve created. The air is thick â sweet with the scent of sweat and longing. The room itself is a furnace, suffocating and divine, as if hell itself has opened its arms to cradle us in its flames. The candle flickers, casting shadows that dance along their skin, gilding them in molten gold.
Their body melts into mine, their breath hitching, their touch searing. In this moment, there is nothing but us â no time, no world, only the unbearable tension that binds us tighter with each passing second. They are a drug, and I am hopelessly addicted.
I pause. The weight of the moment settles over me like a shroud. My eyes meet theirs once more, searching, pleading, demanding. My voice, low and trembling, breaks the silence:
âI wish to make love to you. May I?â
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A Puppy In Nature
It watches, waits⌠savoring the moment before the lunge, feeding on my uncertainty.
But it does not lunge.
I see them. I, a doe frozen in time, stare at the dark wolf that stands before me.
Just coming online to say I hate men.

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Not a poem, more a rant, NSFW mentions ahead.
Not intended for viewing of minors.
The Hollow Man
When I gaze into your eyes,
those brown voids, lifeless and soulless,
I no longer feel admiration or sympathy,
not even a whisper of fear.
I feel disgust.
I look through you, past youâ
youâre a ghost to me, a shadow long gone.
Blossoms of Freedom
The cherry blossom tree blooms, its delicate flowers swaying as they drift through the wind.
Vibrant pink petals unfurl and scatter, their purpose revealed with every graceful turn and loop.