As I
/Erotica, R-18+
I want to be under your skin
As I look upon it
I want to know you
As I move inside you…
Erotica, R-18+
I want to be under your skin
As I look upon it
I want to know you
As I move inside you…
I sacrificed the sun
To purchase the moon
Working hard
From dusk to noon
But all you see
Is me locked away
Stuck in my room
Unable to play…
I know you care
And that you’ll always be there
But our intimacy?
It’s threadbare
Our bodies are no longer aware of the softness we would once share
It’s unfair….
I want you
To notice me.
Not for what I have done.
Not for the money I’ve made.
Not even for my art.
No.
I want you to notice me.
Me…
Read MoreHe accepts the world as it is
Never asking for much
beyond a smile and a hug.
Unruffled by change,
Volume, voice, or visage.
He embraces you for who you are…
Do you love me,
Or just the idea of me?
I may be your ‘dream girl’
But I am real,
And that reality is different
From your fantasy…
contemplating suicide
is a luxury
i can no longer afford
i am blessed
with life’s baggage
weighed down by love…
Last night
I dreamt
Of my father’s death
The slow pathetic decline
Of a worthless man
Was reformed into
A noble sacrifice
A resilient stand against oppression
An act to be proud of…
I’m a red flag chaser
A self-debaser
That tattooed look
Leaves me shook…
He told me I was special,
And gave me all the perks.
Held my hand through prayer,
And showed me how the system works.
He said it would be our little secret,
Kept between him, me, and God.
Told me that I was a good boy.
Summoned me with that little nod….
bite marks
are love notes
written in flesh
physical poetry
carved onto skin
just waiting to be read…
If you’ve an artist in your life,
be they poet, painter, dancer, or designer,
validate them.
Praise them without ambiguity.
Pre-emptively clarify confusing compliments…
Ah Putin,
ya shoulda done some more computing,
before ya sent your troops a shooting.
Perhaps then they wouldn’t be a looting,
dumping equipment and substituting,
their tanks for feet and food troubleshooting.
‘Please don’t stop’
She wanted more,
Pain or pleasure,
She wasn’t sure.
Hidden desires,
Unspoken wishes,
For soft caresses
And hard kisses.
Love is a mortgage,
A debt promise of pain.
Paid with interest,
For those you outlive.
Love is making connections
Despite knowing they will be broken.
And it’s the letting go
Of the guilt for doing so…
*** Trigger Warning ***
Paedophilia is disgusting and vile in all its forms. Predators use their positions of power to dominate, control and abuse the people under their care. They manipulate their victims with fear, cover up their actions, deny all allegations and ultimately blame the victims.
This problem is particularly rife within the Catholic church. In many circles, paedophilia and Catholic priests are considered synonyms. Whilst this is clearly an exaggeration of facts (there are many good, non-paedophile priests) there is a reason for such an associations.
Read MorePeople often say that they will be with you forever. No matter what. But this always strikes me as untrue. If you don’t know me, if I am too afraid to share my true self. If I can’t open up completely (due to trauma or other issues) how can you possibly say it will be safe?
People have left me before, it may happen again.
Sometimes it feels safer to just put up that safe front and hide behind it.
Read MoreThis is shadow work with a twist.
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