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the-hollow-quiet:

…the sweetness of Ophelia lives in my bones—drowning over and over again.

This seductive current pulls me ever into your arms. How I want you to come into the depths with me. To help me stop being the beauty that lives so obediently.

I want you, and only you; but instead, I will float away, lost in the blue green waters of time. I will be a ghost on your lips but perhaps this is the only way I can be loved wholly. Surely you too would demand me to be what would lead to my demise.

I am better to be no more than a ghoul in your eyes.


—The Hollow Quiet

…Ophelia’s sweetness courses through my veins—submerged in eternal repetition.

This enchanting tide draws me closer, craving your embrace. Oh, venture into these depths beside me, let us shatter the shackles of conformity.

My heart yearns solely for you, yet I shall drift away, adrift in azure waters of ages past. I shall become a specter upon your lips, for it seems only then may I find love unreserved. Perhaps you too would require my demise to truly cherish me.

In your gaze, I am but a wraith resigned to roam.

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the-hollow-quiet:

vhscorp:

Il y a tant de
désir dans tes baisers qu’à
chaque fois, j’ai l’impression que
tu me dévores la bouche et
le cœur…

V. H. SCORP

Google Traslate:

there is so much desire in your kisses that each time I have the impression that you are devouring my mouth and my heart


My Translation:


this hungered desire

of your kisses

as you devour not just my mouth

but my heart as well

My spin on things:


this longing ache

for your sweet kisses

as you consume not only my lips

but my very soul, too.

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everytimeyousaygoodbye:

How you yearn to devour

My flesh, that my existence

Slips through your mind, my

Voids are null to you, my screams

Translates to poems, scattered

On your sheets……………….










everytimeyousaygoodbye ©

With every breath, I feel your desire

Craving to consume my flesh

In your thoughts, I glide

My empty spaces, like whispers

Moans transformed into verses

On your lips, forever reborn………………….

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wildthingsandmagic:

susurrations of night on 
half spun silk, 

moonlight on the waters 
and the soft agony of sighs;

entangled on moss. 

Whispers of evening caressing
fragile threads of silk,

Moon’s gentle glow gracing
rippling waters, sighs’ tender torment;

Ensnared in nature’s verdant embrace.

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In tangled sheets

Bodies defiled

A symphony of passion

Both gentle and wild

Whispers exchanged

In the afterglow’s haze

As we catch our breath

In this sensual maze

Fingers trace patterns

Across skin’s expanse

Exploring every inch

During this fiery dance

Lips seek out pleasure

Burning kisses ignite

As desire blazes

In the darkest of night

Two souls melt

In a perfect fusion

United in ecstasy

Bound by their collusion

Sweat glistens on flesh

As we move as one

A rhythm unbroken

‘Til the rising sun

Time becomes endless

In this sacred space

Where pleasure resides

And lust finds its place

With each brutish thrust

Our bodies align

We find solace and passion

In this moment divine

And as our climax nears

Our hearts beat as one

We reach new heights

Our journey far from done

In this realm of bliss

We share an intimate art

Bound by love’s essence

Forever etched in our hearts

For in this connection

Where desires unmask

We’ve discovered a lust

That will forever last

As we lay spent

Bathed in delight

Our souls forever linked

In this passionate night

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in shadows…my fractured frame withdraws
teeth marks etch my ancient bones
scarred by the blade of your wicked
i am but remnants and hollow moans

no longer whole, but severed…broken
sections of me, easily ripped apart
the butcher’s craft, flesh from the carcass
ribs sliced asunder, to sate your hungry heart

lips moisten, longing for the taste they crave
savoring the thought of gnawing my pain
sin, jagged skin, my essence you enslave
reduced to dust ~ after blood is drained

a meal of crushed remains and twisted grins
fashioned to please the palates of the vile
devoured with relish…and passion alike
bon appétit, my loves, may your feast beguile

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do you believe in god, daddy? just bury my bones, child.

vbkpoetry:

the number of houses
i once called home
that no longer stand
is baffling

where do the ghosts
go when the walls
come down?

and the stories that were told,
do they never get a chance to
grow old?

when i die, my dad dies
again and when my daughters
pass
he dies and i die again,
its never
ending

until all the houses
we call
home can no longer
be found

just ghosts in the wind,
wondering where and
why

THIS….don’t just skip over this. Learn.

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imfullofworms asked:

Three things you love and/or appreciate about yourself. Then, pass this query on to someone who needs to remember to love themselves too.

Hmmmm…I’m certainly not the indulgent sort, BUT…I love my strength. Not my physical strength, but my mental. Honed over my 54 years. I love my artistic side that balances my tough, crusty exterior…it has led to much self-awareness and self-discovery! I love my love for my family. At specific points in my life, I took that for granted, took them for granted, and tried my damnedest to ensure I would never have family around me for long periods. I was someone most of you wouldn’t recognize…except for Dennis…Dennis may see who I used to be.

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my want
for you
insatiable

I touch 
until nothing
is left virgin

I lick
hungrily
far past full

kisses fall
haphazard
upon unexpected places

I yearn
for the moon’s light
to keep daybreak at bay

my LUST
for you
insatiable

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illbeyouranchor:

“We’re just a couple of BFFs,” I laughed in your direction.

“Oh we’re something,” you replied seriously. “I just don’t know what yet.”

I paused for a moment at the honesty in that statement.

The implications of your words showing I was not alone in wonder.

There was a gravitational pull between us that spoke in different tongues.

It left us both to the mercy of the ever rolling tides.

All I could tell for sure, was that you were going to be important to me.

I just had no idea why.



Tell me, did you ever figure it out?

I We may have figured it out.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, our friendship deepened. We shared laughter and tears, dreams, and fears. We became each other’s confidants, always there to lend a listening ear or offer a comforting embrace. The bond between us grew stronger, unexplainable yet undeniable.

There were moments when I caught a glimpse of something more in your eyes, a flicker of a feeling that mirrored my own. But we both hesitated, afraid to disrupt the delicate balance we had found. We cherished what we had, not wanting to risk losing it.

But one fateful evening, as the sun painted the sky with hues of gold and orange, we found ourselves walking along the beach. The waves crashed against the shore, their rhythmic sound filling the air. The setting was enchanting, casting a spell that seemed to whisper secrets only the two of us could hear.

We walked side by side, our hands occasionally brushing against each other. The tension between us grew, the unspoken words hanging in the air. It was as if the universe conspired to bring us to this moment, urging us to take a leap of faith.

Unable to contain the longing in my heart any longer, I turned to you. Our eyes met, and in that instant, the world around us faded away. The only thing that mattered was the connection between us.

“I’ve spent countless nights wondering what this is,” I confessed softly, my voice trembling with vulnerability. “What we are. And I still don’t have all the answers. But I know one thing for certain.”

Your gaze was intense, filled with anticipation. “What is it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I know that being with you feels like coming home,” I said, my voice filled with a mixture of certainty and awe. “No matter what the future holds, I want to explore it with you. I want to discover the depths of this connection we share.”

A gentle smile graced your lips, and a surge of warmth filled my being. The unspoken words between us found their voice, and without another word, we closed the distance between us. Our lips met in a tender kiss, igniting a fire within us that had been smoldering for far too long.

At that moment, it was as if the universe had ceased to exist. There was only the taste of your lips, the touch of your skin, and the beating of our hearts in perfect synchrony. It was a collision of souls, a culmination of all the unspoken desires and unanswered questions.

As we pulled away, breathless and intoxicated by the depth of our connection, I knew that we had embarked on a journey unlike any other. The mysteries of our bond would unfold with time, but for now, in that surreal moment on the beach, we had found solace in each other’s arms.

And as we stood there, the waves continuing their eternal dance before us, I realized that sometimes, the most beautiful connections are the ones that defy explanation.


**A Continuation…inspired**

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Safe haven

definegodliness:

Loud, the day-chaos
In words, and voices; questions
That need no answer,
But reverberate, unhushed,
Within the empty bedroom.

Empty, the bed waits
Where all is dark, and inert,
Without certainty,
So, I close my eyes to love;
I find you — then, 

Quietude.


31-5-2023, M.A. Tempels ©

Whispers, the moonlit
Silence envelops the night
In mystical charm,
A tapestry of dreams weave,
Beneath the starry can
vas.

Starlit, the skies gleam
With secrets whispered softly,
Unveiling mysteries.
I drift in ethereal realms,
Embracing love’s gentle to
uch,

Serenity.

**A response**

(via x-anthippe-x)

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imfullofworms:

Ajar


Sweet

mist whisper

daydream fragility

bluebell and petal

my gossamer web strung

from spooled morning dew

you

Kodachrome rainbow

who combed my hair

I have no say

this tomb is open

I am letting you

in


I think I’m ready <3

Tender

haze murmurs

wistful reverie

blossom and bloom

my ethereal threads spun

with dawn’s jeweled essence

thou

Chromatic splendor

that tamed my tresses

no voice bestowed

this sepulcher, unveiled

I am granting you

entrance

I think I still have questions?

(via imfullofworms)

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In the realm of passionate desire,
He tasted love’s intoxicating fire.
With every kiss, a sensory delight,
Her presence engulfed the sultry night.

His lips, they danced upon her own,
A tapestry of longing softly sewn.
He sensed her breasts, a tender tease,
A moment suspended, eager to please.

The scent of perfume, a delicate embrace,
Her neck…adorned with a fragrant trace.
He glimpsed her thighs, bare and fair,
A tantalizing glimpse of skin so rare.

A trail of whispers, wisps of desire,
Gently leading to a blazoned fire.
Down into her depths, a secret known,
As time stood still, for kisses dethrone.

In that moment, their lips entwined,
An endless hunger, love re-defined.
They savored the sweetness, desires untamed,
Their journey of passion, as yet proclaimed.

For kisses, they held the promise deep,
Of love’s crescendo, their souls to keep.
In the realm of longing, they would reside,
Forever entangled, with lust as their guide.

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In the realm of verse, where emotions dance,
Lies a profound truth, a poetic expanse.
For poetry, dear friend, is a spectacle rare,
A vivid portrayal of true passion laid bare.

Like a naked woman, standing unclad,
Revealing her essence, the depths she’s had.
Her curves and contours, a captivating sight,
Embodied emotions, in soft candlelight.

Yet, poetry also dons a masculine guise,
A naked man, strong, with a gaze so wise.
His strength and vulnerability blend in embrace,
A symphony of words, his intimate grace.

But what truly captivates, what truly astounds,
Is the space between them, where magic is found.
It’s a fragile distance, ethereal and vast,
Where hearts intertwine, and emotions amass.

In that sacred void, passion finds its flight,
Where longing and desire take hold of the night.
It’s a realm of silence, where whispers reside,
Bridging souls together, where truths must abide.

For poetry is the language that all souls understand,
A dance between two, in a vast poetic land.
In the gap between bodies, love takes its flight,
A communion of spirits, boundless and bright.

So, let us embrace the nakedness of verse,
And delve into the spaces where emotions immerse.
For in poetry’s essence, we truly transcend,
Through a naked woman, a naked man,

…and the ways that they blend.