I contain multitudes.
For the soul that would kneel and rend the veil— I come to desecrate the silence The air smells of centuries the perfume of forgotten gods bound in gold. I feel the hum of secrets
Read full post →For the soul that would kneel and rend the veil— I come to desecrate the silence The air smells of centuries the perfume of forgotten gods bound in gold. I feel the hum of secrets
Read full post →For the newly initiated, kink without sex is a puzzle—an unfinished script, a question mark. They were never married. Two altars
Step forward, Strip your shame. Bare your hunger. Not for redemption— but for ruin. The First Flame - The genesis. The original
Teeth bared behind false smiles. Of storms that didn’t pass, you’re still here. Watching me unravel. Cracking open—ugly, cruel,
we emerge. Loud. Unapologetic. Wild We were told to shrink. To smooth the edges. To be desirable but not demanding. We were
Has someone ever touched you, and you realize— you’d been holding your breath all along? The tension drains. And They whisper,
No hand in mine will stills the chaos No kiss will silence the storms. But I seek forever in moments. I ground
I don’t tease to make you weak. I tease to call forth your strength. To coax out the beast you keep
if we meet in the shallows, I’ll ask you to come deeper. Not for me, but for you. Because you deserve
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