Ephemera

Nothing like some new lingerie to ignite my exhibitionist streak. I've got a tough decision ahead of me though. Which one should I be lying in bed wearing when my partner comes home tonight?

Sometimes it's too hard to choose just one! 

We have boobies.

It's a good combination, right? Of course, it isn't ideal when your boobs stretch out your new neko lingerie until the kitty peekhole is almost unrecognizable.

This is my new favorite though, it totally makes up for the kitty deformation in the lingerie. What's better than being tied to the bed and forced to cum with the cutest wand you've ever seen?

Pull me out of my mind
Until all I can feel
Is your body, as my god

The only way I know to worship
Is below you
Alive in the electricity
The ecstasy
That pours itself into the core of me
Until I am spilled out of myself

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Sometimes it feels like my brain is trying its damndest to kill me. Subspace is an escape, a room in my head I can run to when I need sanctuary, a place where bodily sensation rules and I can, for a brief time, let go of everything else and gather the strength to return to myself and keep up the fight.

My poetry is always an outpouring of vulnerability, but perhaps sharing your weakest sides with the world is an expression of strength. I've always thrived on it, at least.