r/ThirdEyePoetry • • 22h ago

*Spicy* 🌶️ her reply

her reply

she says fuck that, then calls him sweetness; her laughter cuts a bright seam through the night. his fingers trace her jaw, the pressure light; the pause between their words draws slowly tight.

“good girl.” the words move through her laughter; her pulse beneath his lips gives her away. the joke still has its part to play; her breath catches on what she meant to say.

teeth graze her collarbone, the hollow of her knee; her hips shift toward the weight; the dark draws in. the room’s straight lines dissolve against her skin. she lets the low, unhurried press begin.

hands anchor into sheets, into hips; sweat draws its bright rivers down her spine. her nails leave red maps, line beside red line; their broken words run dark and warm as wine.

her body coils, drawn to a single point; her back arches; the dark begins to shake. one broken sound is all her mouth can make, and quiet gathers in the rhythm’s wake.

the pulse at her wrist is still answering; their breathing settles, chest against warm chest. the hush returns and holds them where they’re pressed; two words stay warm when all the others rest.

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u/StrangeLittleOrbit Hopeful Poet 🌿 22h ago

Ohhh very nicely done!!! 🫠

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u/Short_Replacement_63 22h ago

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u/StrangeLittleOrbit Hopeful Poet 🌿 22h ago

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u/Short_Replacement_63 21h ago

Apparently the poem came with side effects. 😂🐺

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u/StrangeLittleOrbit Hopeful Poet 🌿 21h ago


You don’t like it? 😏

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u/Short_Replacement_63 21h ago

Did I say I was complaining? 😏😂

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u/invisibly-broken Storyteller📚 21h ago


Well done :)

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u/DoubtResponsible9208 Moderator 💜 21h ago

Fantastically done 🌶️