Love Poems Collected 

CW: discussions of sexy/sexual situations, mildly NSFW

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Kneeling

hands bent like injured birds
in supplication
waiting

when you lay hands upon my body
and strip away my everything
peeled back by an unswerving and merciless love
I lay bare before the eyes of this universe

broken and renewed
strength flows through me
both yours and mine
an incomparable ecstasy

and so I am kneeling for you Sir
still in mind and body
quietly. waiting
for when you finally lay hands upon my body

I will know the universe’s most guarded secrets
dreams and reckonings will flow like silver through our fingertips
The sky will open up
and these dragons will surely be born anew

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I struggle to find words for this
This pressure
This sacred release

pressed down, small
powerful. strong
endless. limitless
here in the moment of your embrace

fingertips and tongue
trace arcane patterns into my pale resistance
I am undone
gifted to you

packaged and presented for your pleasure
I close my eyes behind this blindfold
and wish myself pleasing

Stretched out within this existence
a burning all powerful devotion
punctuated with submission

these hands bound in leather
my secret reminder
this dream, so painfully vibrant

sweeping. raw. transcendent

Enraptured

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I have never been one for love poems
bereft of my faith since my early days
with baby teeth and velcro shoes

a childhood burnished in the vast abyss of human weakness
dreams dashed on the rocks of my own complacence
settled into a fine defense of apathy

I have been my whitest knight and unrepentant enemy
dreamer, lover, friend
I would tell you that I needed nothing
wanted for no one

Singular

Autonomous

Independent

Who needed friends when I had enemies like me?

Now I run fingertips over the direction of my future like a delighted child
awe struck and passionate
and the burning pyre on which I set my broken heart
raises me again and again

exultant

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I reach knowingly into the pale grey dawn
fingertips and palms
eyes wide open

I have fumbled through the mists of Avalon to find your sad still heart
these quiet galaxies whirl around us
brilliant
endless

I dream your resurrection with a tear stained kiss
eyes and hands
body devoted

Held within the fire of your convictions
breath and heartbeat entwined in this universal hum
the salty sweet taste of both past and future selves

settled into this,
our sacred sum
a most sentimental freedom

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I am waiting
hands pent up
spent

Here
fingertips pinned to slow my impatient demands
tongue bit to prevent that needless cry

and the clock ticks

and the days flip

time

and we both heave ho our mutual sighs of greedy impatient waiting
buried in heart pounding not-quite-now-ness
blood, sweat, cum, and rejoice! rejoice! rejoice!

and
that grumbly sound you make in your throat when I turn you on
and
the way you touch my face when you say you love me
and
the fires of time and space always burning in your eyes
and
the way everything is always moving even when we are completely still

waiting

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I have this thing here
simmering underneath my skin
don’t quite know the shape of it
how or why or where it’s been

i have this drive in me
quest heart-mission fingers-dream eyes
forever seeking such epiphanies

pasts and futures twined
gently raining a limitless possibility
such lovely lonely truths and magics
unto infinity

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I carry these brilliant beautiful
-unexpected-
effervescent ramblings
I press them between my palms and tuck them under my chin

glowing
I think I’m probably glowing
a fresh pretty pink
the color of lollipops and innocence

preposterous
and yet…
there I am
or
here I am
all cotton candy kisses and open eyed devotion

glowing with the joy of this
the quiet of this
the down and dirty normal of this

the simple is of us

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I feel you like humming echoing through my veins
fingertips and teeth branded into the sweet energetic pulse in my throat

Hands, heart, and mind happily in your sway
Such a sweet merciful pain

thrumming so hungrily
needy
drunk on the taste of you
rejoicing

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Pinned down
pulse pounding
my body defined by your preference
Filled with your passion and persuasion

power, pain, and pleasure coursing through us
A closed circuit
My heart and yours bound by more than these chains

a history punctuated in the sharp pop of proper discipline and withheld breath

a moment’s sweet perfection

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Your skin tastes sweet and dry, like history
on the first morning of our first meeting
Like old paper and papyrus

I draw loose circles around the taste of you
Twisting you in beside me
quiet hands stilled impossibly
waiting
willing the veil be torn away

to learn the easy steady rhythm of your own submission
of yes Mistress
of more please

Of freedoms found only in restraints
and sweet and dirty kisses to soothe away the pain

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Maybe it is in your touch
The smooth hot friction of it

Maybe it is the taste of you
Musk and earth and fury, burning

Maybe it is your devotion to the task at hand
Your utter earnest quiet supplication

Or all those things tied together
In a not exactly tidy bow

All the things and ways you slake my thirst and feed my hunger simultaneously

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