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Journaling my moods, essays, erotica, poetry. Words are my super power. I can turn people on with them, but I can also turn them off.
3 months ago. Wednesday, October 8, 2025 at 1:32 PM

Why is it so easy,

This liquid surrender?

The feeling of becoming owned

Threading ties -waiting for him to bind

Stripping my down raw to a desperate

Lupine craving,

Burning in my chest, trapped under a cage

Brimming starlight under his hand with the softest , gentle breaking of bones

Transmuted into supple and molten

Begging.

Please take my strings.

Command me and own all my details.

Have Mercy.

And save me from myself.

 

 

 


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