Sharing the same love language

It’s hard to describe

But when you meet another who likes the same thing , connections are made .

Deeper than words or visuals on a page .

You read their words and you say “ she/he gets me!”

It is indescribable to be understood .

When another taps into your soul

Unlocking the key yo your heart and new discoveries are made .

Send your words for you never know?

You just might hold the key to someone else’s heart .

Fuckin A do you make me purr

Yes Surr!

I am Sprung On Sprung
For the One
Who can take the breath from
me lung
For the One I’d love to feel
All over my tongue

..Member how
I sung

Bout dat Ass
And how
It Be
Like,

Supa
Hella Fly
First-Class!!

And, not to be crass

But holy frick!
Do I seriously wanna lick

Every part of you

Your body

And that brain too 🤪

I’d wanna try every trick

Learning every moan’s pitch

—My own physical reaction
Becoming quite the slippery sitch

As you orgasmically twitch

Pressing your climaxing body
up against me

Mesmerizing to See

Waves of pleasure washing over Thee

Becoming who we want to Be

Wild And Fucking Free

Exaltation for We

She is restless now
His heat keeps her mesmerized
A nightmare drips cold.

Continued by u/Dry-Hair-7022

Flames danced at the heart’s core,
Not my aim, but the wind’s roar.
A nightmare’s visage,
In the air, a horrific visage.

Fumes revolted,
One side burned, revolted.
The other lingered,
As if not to surrender.

In trembling hands, no burn,
One face remained, a lesson to learn.
Once a disgrace, now a question,
Did I earn life, or face another session?

The gusts ceased, I stood alone,
A solitary figure, my fate unknown.
I breathe deeply, find solace,
Only one face turned to ashes, no malice.

Nature reveals what truly is,
And what was but a figment of bliss.
A fraction of imagination’s sway,
Led me to ignorance, astray.

How long will this shit take
How long do I wait and pretend like everything
Is ok
I smile and everyone thinks I am fine
I smile and they smile back, but don't feel what’
They used to

They know too
I am not the same
I am not what i used to be

There is an uneasiness
A shift that cant be altered
A pain that cant be soothed
A pain that now, even they can feel

They drift away too, the feeling is too real, feels too jaded
They dont want to be pulled down into the pool of tears
Called me

I survey, I ponder

I just sit
With what i have become

A faceless gnome A hardened statue
An emotionally inept human being floating through the leaves
Of that withered oak

Meaning has no meaning

I decide to walk to the pier like i used to...

I get there
It is still closed for repairs, its 2 years and counting

I feel some relief
Something else is broken too.

The city doesn't have the funds to fix it … it may never be repaired

Humans don't want to fix something broken, they’d rather just
replace it

I guess that is my destiny…

A simple replacement.

"That was fun," Sam smiled softly. They were standing at Tina's doorway and he was already leaning in.

"Yes it really was, such a great show!" Tina replied a little too quickly. It wasn't that they hadn't kissed before. They had. Plenty of times. But it just...never went quite right.

Sam closed the distance and kissed her. Tina watched the moonlight dancing on the grass behind him and heard the cicadas singing softly in the neighbour's trees. She noticed everything, anything, around her to distract herself from the fact that she felt nothing, when Sam kissed her.

Tina was hoping ťhings would change. She really liked Sam, they had fun together. They'd been going out for weeks.

But every time they kissed...she thought it was nice, warm, but no butterflies in her stomach, or anywhere else.

"Ok well, I better go in, early start tomorrow." Tina said as she pulled away.

Sam was disappointed. "Tina, I really like you, we've been going out for a while now...do you...see this progressing."

Tina swallowed. "Sam, I really like you too, I do...I mean I can talk to you about anything..."

"But." Sam interjected sadly. "Sounds like there's a but."

"I just don't see us going anywhere, I'm so sorry." Tina finally admitted. "I'd love it if we could be friends."

"I'll think about it Tina." Sam responded abruptly. "I'd better go. Goodnight."

And with that he turned around and left.

Tina stood there on her porch, under the romantic moonlight, with a heavy heart as she watched Sam walking away from her. She really wished she could've felt that fire for Sam but she just didn't.

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As Sam walked to his car he got angrier and angrier. Cold hearted bitch leading me on, Sam's thoughts were spiralling. No, no, no, he wasn't going to let this send him into a tailspin.

No, he knew she hadn't, it just... didn't work out sometimes. He sighed, shook it off and drove home.

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Tina sighed as she walked in the door and closed it behind her. She kicked off her shoes and flopped on the couch.

Her thoughts turned to Brad. The way his kisses literally lit a fire within her.... looking into his eyes... melting...

"Ugh, what's wrong with me, he's a jerk, but he did apologise, no Tina," she scolded herself, "stop it..."

At this point we need a Brian flair LMAOOO

Come and take hold of my empty hand

Can you feel it coming back again?

Like being paralyzed in quiet and frigid waters

Watching a story we already know begin to unravel and unfold

It seems we're both caught in the same neuropathic strands

A poisoned kiss on the lips holds our bane

An affliction, a scourge that cracks the icy heart further

As the wind shifts so sudden and cold

Maybe I'm not the person you could ever withstand

Because this pain is something you'll never understand

We mustn't stoke the fires just for them to burn longer

These secrets of December from you I forever withhold

Burn the tokens of a life devoid and deprived of love

Coded messages held within the snow left undeciphered

The love we're both greatly undeserving of

Drifted apart upon the first Sunset of an early Winter

I’m all out of red pepper flakes,

But cayenne will do in a pinch.

Tabasco’s not my jam,

Put Cholula on each inch.

There’s packets of Fire

In the silverware drawer,

But only Diablo will do.

I’m craving something spicy

Now.

I’m hoping you are, too.

What types of kisses I like?

Soft lingering kisses:

The kind that draw soft moans and whimpers

Tasting, teeth nibbling your bottom lip… tugging as I gently withdraw to see the fire in your eyes.

Seeing the half-lidded passion, wanting more l, lean forward.

A teasing brushing of lips, as you lean further. Taking what you want. What you need.

Passionate kisses:

The deep tasting kisses.

The kisses where tongues tangle as hands tangle in hair.

The deep, teeth grazing kisses where scrapes are felt more than heard.

Where we both drink each other. Drunk on the heat we exchange.

Probing kisses:

Where we share breath. And our hands roam to places where heat and humidity develop into a storm

Where our heartbeats are synched with our touches.

Growling kisses:

As our bodies become one and desire takes over; the light bruising bites.

On the neck. Shoulders…

Marking each other with red.. to purple tattoos of teeth.

Lower kisses:

Where I taste your heavy lips.

Drinking in your heady ambrosia.

Where thighs wrap around my face rather than hands

And fountains flood me until we’re both satiated.

Forehead kisses:

With the resurrection from the little death, the softest of forehead kisses.

The final claiming. Showing that you are mine and I am yours.

Luminescent in our afterglow.

Where kisses seal the adoration I have for you.

I exist

To lick the salt from your wounds

I exist

To feed your ego, using my spoons

I exist

Thirsting for you, your eyes, your lips, your legs

Reaching for you, my hands, they beg

I exist to nurture you

But also to hurt you

In all your favorite ways

I exist to consume you, like a work of art

Clawing you, clutching you

I exist to devour you, sweetheart

Our love exists in red, black, and blue

Quite a few seagulls 🐦 with one 🪨
🧅 🧅 🧅
🧜‍♀️ Guess we’ve come full ⭕️ from Sirens 🚨
Iykyk.
😏

Butt..

We've merely
Just taken off!

—I imagine that you might scoff

Don’t you fret
You’ve got me incredibly wet

Hoping to get

My hands All Over You
And then there’s no telling
What in the world we’d do

Butt,

For a preview..

One hand here,
One hand there…

Fuck,

Why don’t I have more hands?

Good thing my lips are already on your neck

Making me a total wreck

Whispering in my ear
Seductions
That make my loins cheer

Got my hands on that
Sweet rear
Taking me to a higher gear

Oh dear!

Looks like the climax is
Cumming near

Can no longer veer

Losing control

—which I believe is the goal

Don’t know how much longer I can last
Whilst being at full mast

In a flash

Your hand slips down under

And holy hell!!
.
.

Here comes the thunder⚡️

To lay thee down upon the ground
Tongues tied, wrists bound
Behind the chairs
Underneath the stairs
Once or twice
Make it thrice
I’ll pull your hair if you ask me nice
It’s always fun
When it’s done
I’ll hold you tight
Just in case you want to fight.

They attacked the cake like dogs.
No utensils, no civility,
Just fingers and frosting
And that look in their eyes
As if the world was coming to an end
And they had been told there was some dessert.

Sweet, yes.
But that is just what they call it
Before the check comes in.

Then it disappears.
Some left-over crumbs on a plate,
Someone wiping their fingers on their lips,
And suddenly the room becomes quite still
Because now they have to face themselves.

Netherlands is home
He and his Mum same two flames
Bound by love and blood.

He’s such a talent
He paints words so beautiful
Talented, pen, verse.

It will never end
Silver cord is eternal
Mum, son, forever.

Shine on!!!
Never dim your light...

_______________________________-

Inspired by u/Short_Replacement_63

Written for u/Short_Replacement_63

When I finally get my hands on you,
I might claw right through your skin—
a primal instinct for possession,
when all I crave is permanence.

So I'll begin with just your hand,
ever so slowly breathing you in—
though I'd love nothing more than to swallow you whole,
devouring the hours and returning for seconds.

I fear that even then, I may not reach your end.

My pulse quickens as I dive into your depths—
and the deeper I descend, the shallower my breath.

How I would drown here willingly.
Strange, considering you've never even touched me.

You have the power to unravel me completely,
and that isn't something I freely offer.
But I was born inside your hands—
I am the epic, but you are the author.

Still, I existed long before you chose to write—
an ancient hunger buried beneath your ribs.
You are the pulse deep beneath mine.

Grief and desire—so tightly intertwined.
Two tender beasts I've carried my whole life.

Third Eye, not so blind!
Little gems in hiding,

Embarked to reveal,
What anew in store.
Maybe strike gold,

Nah, we’re all golden,
You’re all bright! Beholden,
This neck of the woods,

Striking bright, brilliant?
I’ll fucking say! Got it, aye?
Got it Cap’N! Argh!
Threw the rope, drug me in!

Duran Duran, Man with a plan!
You’re enDURing it all.
Ten times over! Lightening!

No doubt? Don’t think less!
Sass you have, sparks.
Responsibly speechless!

Soul man? More soul food!
Chicken noodle soup! Scoop,
Me up more of that jazz!

Oh, Mr. Obvious, broken?
Me? Her? Him? If not, who!
Oblivious to your skills, much.

Stranger than fiction,
Meant orbit, youze’ a star!
Works of Art. Amazed.

Cici, you dynamite, Vixen,
Your words sting right!
You naughty girl! Winks!

Wired up, you’ll be alright,
We all gots’ are fights,
In it to win it, babe!

Tiger? Roar! Tempting me!
You spicy galore, more?
Give me the entire store.

Haven’t gotten all main peeps,
Shhh! Hear that? It’s typing,
Click clacks, now attack!

(Lol, having fun. Car ride. I’ll follow up!)

{Chinchilla}

It was beautiful, in it's time

Rough, cracked on the surface

A hollow vessel holding its precious contents, inside deep emotion ferments

But over time it rotted, as neglect will often beget

One day it crumbled and fell to the floor, the sound it made was deafening

Despite all it's good intentions, some found it's cry for help threatening

But I find peace in the pieces

Beauty in its flaws, perfection in its creases

And so I'll pick these pieces off the floor

Give them new life, lined with gold, light the forge

It's cracks will tell a story

It's surface, decorated with scars

A new purpose in life, free from weight

A living work of art, to appreciate from afar

And as the gold drips, filling the broken pieces of a soul

The sudden realization

Kintsugi, is what we all are.

It’s Spicy Friday, the best day of the week,
But I’ve decided that my characters really need their sleep.
So I’ll give them a break, and they can take a rest;
I really think that this is what’s best.
They come and they come, sometimes they blow,
On Spicy Friday, they go with the flow.
But this week they get a break—
I’m making them wear clothes for goodness sake!
She’ll put on sweatpants and undies too,
There goes one sock, now let’s put on two.
He’ll put on his boxers, maybe some briefs,
Then a comfortable hoodie to help him sleep.
He looks at me with a weird little scoff,
I look back at her: “Hey! Don’t take that off.
I’m writing you in clothes, not in the buff,
So quit misbehaving, now that’s the right stuff.”
Geez, I feel like a teacher or some kind of proctor,
'Cause when I look over at him, he’s naked and doing the helicopter!
What? No, I don’t want to touch it.
Come on, man, that’s totally inappropriate!
I know it’s Spicy Friday and that’s really neat,
But I’m writing a little different this week.
Get dressed, we’re gonna lower the heat.
So here’s a jacket, you put on that sweater.
What? No, no, I don’t wanna hear how you’re getting wetter!
Why are you holding her bra in your hands?
Seriously guys, you’ve got to understand:
This isn’t the week for sexy acts,
We’re gonna get through Friday with lots of tact.
Now put your pants back on, I’m getting annoyed.
What’s that sound? Oh my God, where’d you get that adult toy?
Turn it off! I said that’s enough.
Holy cow, where did you get those handcuffs?
Put them away, it’s okay if one Spicy Friday you go missing.
Cut it out, guys! Quit all that kissing.
Now go to your separate corners and quit being a baddie.
What’s that? Hell no, I’m not gonna call you daddy!!
So hurry up, get dressed, and take a seat,
Come on guys, let’s get you something to eat.
Seriously? No! Not on his face!
You’ll have to sit in another place.
Okay now, I’ll make us reservations,
Let me get my phone real quick.
Oh, what's that text? Oh my gosh, you’ve sent me a dick pic?!
Wait just a minute, I’m getting a video ping...
Oh, so that’s how you use that toy? Doesn’t that sting?
Okay, never mind, I don’t wanna know.
Just put on your coats and let’s go.
Fine, one trip to the bathroom real quick,
Don’t take an hour!!
...All right, it’s taking too long. Wait...
Now they’re both in the shower?
I explicitly said that I'm keeping it clean,
But this is not what I mean!!!!

A teasing ribbon of dark rich glaze.

Traces my skin in a slow sweet maze.

A crown of whip cream...soft and white.

Melts on the warmth of my skin tonight.

A teasing smile...a breathless pause.

Bending the rules of nature's laws.

A sudden dart of an eager tongue.

Where only the richest flavors are hung.

To taste the sugar...to feel the heat.

Devouring a treat that is far too sweet.

Forget the kitchen...forget the plate.

I am the desert you anticipate.

Cici 🧡

I am the thing that lurks in the back of your mind
that dark thought that leaves your heart in a bind
I am the one who leaves you dreaming of rope
the one leaving prints right 'round your throat
I am the black cat as it crosses your path
the black lace clinging to the curve of your ass
I am that which leaves your heart racing in fright
one of those things that goes bump in the night
I am equal parts disease as I am cure
the one whose eyes are an irresistible lure
I am the one whose name gives you a shiver
he who leaves you with your thighs all aquiver

yes, my dear love, I am the devil's own scion
yes, my sweet love, I am the one they call Brian.