A State Of Me

I haven’t felt human in a long time
to the point
where I’ve doubted
having blood running through my veins
A search for meaning
in hard substances
and things devoid of substance
in cold sheets
and soft embraces…
But I’ve discovered myself,
deep down, where no one wants to go
a profound understanding
of the duality
that runs through me
It isn’t blood that pumps into my heart
but Magic…
Things yearned and learned
from Goddesses past,
and mothers of the earth,
creators of life and all things.
Like all humans,
I doubt my humanity,
for what does it mean
to be Human in the first place?

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Dali

Like a spiders
you helped me spin a web
of jute and love,
A cocoon of pain and happiness
from which I’ve emerged
A shimmering beauty

Heart so filled with stars,
like those shining on your walls,
a kitten waiting to pounce.

Poetry projected onto my soul,
my words floating in space
We’ve become a perfect circle,
like the eclipse
when the sun meets the moon.

Blinding…

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Behold

I just want to be loved.

Never again owned, beaten, caged…
By a man incapable of seeing the gift before him, open-armed.

I am not a concept, a portrait, an expectation.
Break barriers, push boundaries, draw power
Spit it out in the form of glitter and light,
Choke on rainbow unicorn cocks…

That is what I do.
This is who I am.

I am power, fear, excitement,
anguish relieved with the press of a little pink button.

I am whole, indifferent to norms important to scared little boys
who happen to miss mama.

I am not a weight to be suffered.
But a Queen to be held high,
Coveted…
Not a toy for the small-minded and unsure,
Cowards with their tails between their legs.

I’m the alpha bitch!

My legs open only for the worthy,
Savour…
With the tip of your tongue.
The sacred nectar,
Source of eternal power within.

I am immutable strength.

Never again owned, beaten, caged…

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Kronos Embraces

Time. Irrelevant.
Conventions. Irreverent.
A perfect longing,
Slow and steady belonging
To a world one cannot place.
Occult creations,
Reincarnating reflections,
Sweetly coveting passion.
Succubus in plain sight.
Steadily arousing genitalia
Mirrors of moisture,
Soaking through layers
Of existence.
Back up against the wall.
Bearing all.

!Gasp!

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Trust

They see a collar in your hand,
but it is a heart.
in your loving, firm embrace.
beating, bleeding, pumping for you.
a slave to a space only subs can know,

Glorious restraints,
freedom in the form of a rope…
See.
Breathe.
Love, like it’s the first time.
Creations and reactions
always at the ready with the flick of a wrist.
I bow to you, kneel for you, lick for you, cry for you.

Make no mistake,
you are mine
as much as you know I am yours
perfect unison
powers unbeknownst to the worldly creatures,
never capable of finding the shadows.

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Medusozoa

Blissfully lose myself in your waters

Captivate me with your undulation

Alien, like me. Are we sister species?

Jellyfish, you are my loves.

 

VERSION FRANÇAISE

 

Voluptueusement, je me perds dans vos eaux

Captivantes de par vos ondulations.

Aliens, comme moi. Sommes-nous des espèces cryptiques?

Méduses, vous êtes mes amours.

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Mistress Magic

I see you
I love you
I feel you
I breathe you.

You are mine
You are hers
You are the world’s
You are beautiful.

I know you
I crave you
I desire you
I devour you.

Two halves to your whole,
We hold you close.
Heart safe and warm,
Between the sheets of passion and love.

Sleep sound darling,
Sweet Repose.
Always beside you,
When I’m nowhere near.

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Dreams

Occasionally when floating on my boat of dreams,
I become aware of the nebulous sea of regret rippling under my vessel.
Am I living in a constant state of denial,
or simply appreciative of better times?

Occasionally my smile crisps itself into a stone line,
and my thoughts race back to another side of my mortal reality.
Am I just another memory to one of my memories,
or am I flesh and bone that can be touched?

Occasionally I hear the pitter patter of rooftop rain
and it brings me back to a long ago place I once knew.
Am I sure the sensory appreciation is real,
or am I simply a projection of a non-existent former self?

Occasionally I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
and it seeps down into my hidden soul.
Am I truly awake and aware of my existence,
or am I merely dreaming…

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Small Truths

Gentle words
hard touch
pull me closer,
hold me down

My neck at your mercy
diligently breaking
to rebuild ourselves anew
primal needs met
with moans and bruises.

Spread, lick, fuck
enter, exit, fill
understand.

Beautiful love, sweet caresses
gracious deliverance
abandonment in lust,
true natures present

Through growing pains
fulfilment

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Breakfast is served

Eat me

Drink me

Smell me

Savour me

Devour my every particle

Integrate me into your universe

So I can be your star and your satellite

Tickle me

Lick me

Finger me

Fuck me

So I can overflow

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