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The Heaven's Ache
The Divine's Mortal Hunger Beyond the veil, the heavens stir with a profound, yearning anticipation. Woman, let us become the very vessels for their…
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Meridian
The scent of her, not just a memory, a ghost of foolishness, haunting, still, sometimes, when the streetlights bleed through the blinds and the city…
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Bread and Brine
I taste you in the dark of our mouths
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Remain
In the twilight’s stance where shadows flicker and sway, Her heart beats with a rhythm that will not be tamed. She moves like a storm, wild and fiercely…
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Petal Heat
( dusk pools in small glimmers mouth of color, warm and bright, breath gathering where skin welcomes words nor questions slow warmth of closeness, soft…
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Drift
All of it left its mark, heat and motion, the giving of every breath.
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7 Hours
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Tongue Without Mercy
A modern mystic enthralled by ancient rites, I wander the moonlit grove where myth and desire entwine—follow if you dare.

Tongue Without Mercy

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