I will not be on during the weekends.
I’m a freak in the sheets,
under the glow of the moon,
where whispers turn to roars,
and shadows dance with heat.
I don’t play by the rules,
my heart beats to a different drum,
with a rhythm that pulses,
like wild waves crashing,
against the shore of midnight sin.
I’m fearless,
no masks, no filters,
just me, unraveled, raw,
like thunder after lightning,
a storm that rips through silence.
Check the mirror, I dare you,
I own this body, every inch,
the curves, the power,
wrapped in lace and leather,
or maybe just skin,
flesh that’s bold and untamed.
I’ve got secrets,
hidden in the places
where the sunlight doesn’t reach,
and I’ll share them with you
if you can keep up,
if you don’t falter under the weight
of a wild desire.
In this sacred space,
the sheets become our universe,
and the only gravity is the glimmer in your eyes,
when I pull you closer,
showing you my wild side,
the one that howls and won’t be tamed.
With every touch, I ignite;
like a match struck,
you’ll feel the fire,
the burn that leaves its mark,
tasting like a rebel’s kiss.
So step into my chaos,
where passion finds its wings,
and let’s explore,
the edges of each other—
freaky, fierce,
in the sheets’ secret dance.
This is me heavy with freedom,
a lover unashamed,
unleashing the beast beneath,
and if you dare,
come join my wicked waltz,
underneath these stars.
- Author: ashley! ( Offline)
- Published: November 8th, 2024 13:55
- Comment from author about the poem: Aye you single message me. 🫦🤷♀️
- Category: Unclassified
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An exquisite and elegant sensuality that heavy oxen can't understand !
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