poetry
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I’ve thanked you often, for the role you’re playing in my healing. Thank you for being a safe placeto explore desires. Thank youfor fulfilling some of my wildest fantasies.Thank you for reminding methat constructive, honest conversationis attainable. Thank you for the whiskey-soaked memoriesand all of the words you’ve inspired,dare I say some of my best…
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i.There’s a darkness in me but she, like so many other facets of the diamond I’ve becomeunder pressure, lives behind masks and veils.She exists as a duality; two side of the same coin.I remember meeting the one in twilight reveriesbefore I was old enough to know her name,but even then I knew both that I…
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My love, you’re human, and we humans are flawed, but I like you and I believe you’re one of the fundamentally good ones. The ones with good intentions, the ones who try to learn,the ones who don’t wish to cause unnecessary harm.We shared, as you said, a rare and beautiful opportunity. The depth to our…
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It is not purely a position of power,despite its name, and the false assumptions of men on the internetwho deal in greyscale and abuse. Rather it is privilege and responsibility, and I am aware of the honouryou do me in trusting me with yoursubmission. Dominancetakes meaning from the valueof what is laid at its feet,and…
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You asked me why, but we know hearts are fickle things.Mine is fractious,captious,captivated.I thought leaving himwas the bravest thing I’d ever do, until you captured my heart and I choseto stay.Fresh out of heart break and regret,I chose love,I chose you.We were transparent,we both knew it was terminaland either of us would have understoodif the…
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I thought that fire had cooled,and yet all it takes is your gentle breathaimed at the embers buried in ashes, and once more I melt as your phoenix rises. It seems that still my body yieldseven to mere memories of your voice and your touch. Here, tonight, you are an unexpected (albeit known) phenomenon, and…
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Healing has been the hallmark of our odysseyand this last hurrah follows our patterns; it hurtsstill. There is a profound sense of loss, a bereavementas we drop out of dynamic, but even this sunderingis marked by a certain grace, consecrated by clearcommunication and consent. My tears fall into your hairas I hold you against me,…
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Vivaldi. I recall almost a tonne of Warmblood horsefleshbeneath me, sun absorbed by the bulging glossy ebonyof epaxial musculature, and I feel the raw power.He is a tightly coiled spring and I am under no illusionthat my physical strength is any match for his.There remains an aura of wild about him, and I knowhe could…
Spilled Ink from the Vault 