“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” – Anaïs Nin
i am like the sea
born of salt
and a wetness so deep
i’ll never shake off
i rise
and the storms within me
stir themselves without
my consent
can you cherish me
the way you cherish
open water?
because i don’t want
my storms to wash you away.
you don’t need to come close
i just need to know
that you’re watching from the quay
with reverence
with respect
with love
i am my mother’s child
and i am so much
bigger
than my small hands
can hold.
you are the calm at the centre of my hurricane
and when i’m with you
i collapse into myself.
i want to take off every cloth
hanging from my frame
and throw myself into
the watery arms of the greatest
mother i will ever know.
pleasure
intruding
hazy
hands spasm and
eyes turn white
with the
force
riding this
riding this wave
is this okay?
are you sure?
oh god
oh god
and heaven
feels like
your hands
pulling
pushing
everywhere
you took me
apart like i was
nothing.
do it again.
i’ve been listening to The Weeknd a lot recently which is good for working to and making you horny as fuck, so expect a lot of sex poetry.
speaking of which, I’m hopefully going to get a copy of Michael Faudet’s poem book Dirty Pretty Things which no doubt satisfy my craving for erotic poems.
i want to feel your
life
against my neck
planting seeds in my veins
again.
i am filled with waves
and the sound of them
hitting my heart
over and over
and over
it sounds like
it sounds like
you are missing from me.
Michael Faudet’s writing is doing nothing to ease the flames of lust, bubbling away inside me.
i’m seeing him on Thursday.
i’m seeing him
finally.
eclipse.
Uncategorizedthe sun disappeared today
but i didn’t mind
because i know you love me
and that is
enough.