centered between a vulnerable and guarded space i’m not afraid to show my face and if you choose to join me for a day, an afternoon, an evening of your time… i’ll take that risk to bleed. in my space i feel warm. delicate. walking through this tiny forbidden space, the vulnerable scratches theContinue reading “4”
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scattered on the floor, legs bare eyes closed, i lose my sense in images. the warm glow of light supports my every move a lustful crawl to get closer to you. be my naughty moment. be everything be nothing i can have. for you, i’ll bare all of me.
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thoughts of you rise like the sun in the morning you’re a sting that won’t fade throughout the day.
keep me sharp…
… lover. take good care of my instinct don’t let me let go of my fire. bring me all that newness i call desire bring it to me for however long i may keep you. and when you release all that we feel i’ll keep it safe in my vein. this certain heat has becomeContinue reading “keep me sharp…”
new
Eyes close. And your vibrations move into my sight. Move into my center. Eyes open and I find you in my reality. this slow honey drips between us. Leaving me an ache that delivers right to you. Right to your choosing. Slow. Like honey My want may never leave.
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you and me. we are untouchable identities. hidden from me is what i’d like it to be. i should know better. driven motions i make. want always rules over logic but i don’t care. you’re like a bad habit i could get used to. a secret hidden only for me. you’re a future imagined.
red
red is the color that draws me close to you. a desire uncomfortable enough to shy me away. it’s unlikely for a woman like me, you’re like poison. the deepest want that numbs my lips. control weakened by soul desire. the feeling of pushing myself away from all of this is unforgettable. and surprising. thisContinue reading “red”
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daily shapes weave in and out to like, to dislike to want, to play, to push away. to hold. and a little spitfire girl burns with force right in my belly. Ready to make me different.
sometimes
sometimes intuition is a safety net. sometimes its a cobweb either way it can be overwhelming. in the early morning hours, you realize you may not have slept. and the reason for lack of sleep always depends on intuitions catch. as you focus on the future and its bright light that shines on you thereContinue reading “sometimes”
what i wouldn’t
images flowing. inappropriate and thirsty. what i wouldn’t give to spend five minutes with you now. what i wouldn’t give to feel your hands all over me. the deepest of sighs bring me back into my place. away from the feeling. away from my own thoughts. you’re like magic, creeping into every secret hiding space.Continue reading “what i wouldn’t”
Ciara Ashley Johnson 