Your mouth finds mine like a beautiful wound,
pleasure blooming where your teeth press slow.
Love tastes darker when bodies confess
that pain and rapture are twins in the dark.

Hold me close to the edge of ruin,
let every kiss feel a little like death. 🖤

Press your darkness into mine
Until every wild piece of me trembles
Beneath the weight of your wanting.

Let me come undone in your shadow,
Feral, breathless, burning.
Let the ruin be exquisite.
So I rise from it shaking and new,
reborn in the echo of your command.

I was never made for gentle love.
There is a hunger in my bones
That aches for your hands to teach it
The sacred discipline of pain,
The slow artistry of surrender.

Break me carefully.
Not to ruin, but to remake.

Pain becomes a language between us.
I write it.
I read it.
And sometimes, deliciously, I beg to be rewritten. 🖤

There is a cruelty in my tenderness
I learn the map of a body
Not to conquer it
But to lead it gently to the edge of trembling.

Some nights I am the hand on the tether
Measuring breath, delaying the storm.
Other nights I am the storm itself
Aching to be broken open by it.

My throat laid bare
Pain opening
Exquisite ecstasy
While I yield to your hunger

Kneel for me, you say softly,
and the word burns sweet in my blood.
Power rests easy in your hands,
while I open like a wound to it.

Your shadow falls over mine,
dark promise pressed to my throat.
I yield because I crave the fall,
because being yours feels like danger. 🖤🌹

The way you tempt me
devours me
and in the dark of you
I ache to be taken 🔥

Witnessed by your prey ❤️

Hunger does not frighten me.
I have starved.

Desire?
I do not flee from it.
I circle it.
I choose when it draws blood.

And

You.

Are not the only hunter here. 🩶

Thank you.
You are intriguing...

Only quite?

I'm so pleased you sent me here 🔥

Always welcome 🌹

Nice tattoos, great moves 🌹