“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

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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.

hi, i’m busy and tired

i’m writing a lot

i’m painting and sewing and creating a lot

have a post-shower selfie

i will post more writing n stuff later

IG has made me do this weird ‘selfie with eyes shut’ thing

idek

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.

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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.

the sun disappeared today

but i didn’t mind

because i know you love me

and that is

enough.