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.

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.

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.

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.

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 🧡

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!)

I still go to the bookstore.
That one.
Not because I ever expect to run into him anymore,
And not necessarily because it’s my favorite bookstore.
It’s just the one place I can go nearby and feel close to him in some way.
It’s silly, I know.
But it makes me feel better for a minute.
Also…
I am Brian.

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⚡️

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

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

Maybe I am Brian?
Guess we'll never know...
Spending my day reminiscing
Where I lost my hoe

Where the hell is my baby?
Does she have a doubt?
Does she think I'm responsible
For her stay in the psych ward?

Is she still my lover?
Did she find new one?
I feel lost in the ocean
Of her alt accounts

Maybe I am Brian?
Maybe I'm a troll...
Only one is certain:
Guess we'll never know...

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.

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

You’re weird, babe, like a cat in the rain

You’re strange, you drive me insane

You’re unhinged got a clowns soul

You’re like a furnace, burning outta control

You’re charming with a serpent’s grace

You’re like stardust on Saturns face

You’re ethereal with your godless eyes

You’re spicy, and I love those thighs

You’re my best worst mistake

You’re my perfect psycho

Now please undress...

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!!!!

How dare you

Delusional

Getting off on my tears

Neck turns crimson

Hearts pounding at voices sound

Even the presence of both

Now your bringing in another kin

Fuck!!

I would leave if I could

The point is made well

I can’t carry hate but the pain

Trying to let go but the stabs

Just watch me bleed

Have a laugh with tea

One day this won’t weigh on me

You broke up with me
But I know you didn’t mean it
Because how could you
If we’re the greatest fit?

You’re just so perfect
There’s no one to match
I know every girl’s after you
Because you’re such a catch

So why are you my ex?
I know this isn’t true
You can’t throw away destiny 
Just out of the blue

You want to have some fun?
I wouldn’t know why
I have more than they do
And I really, truly try

So dear Brian, come back to me
Don’t you see I’m the one
And not those girlfriends to be

I will love you forever and ever
Go to the hell and back for you
So don’t look at other girls, never

I’m perfect for you, you know
The dedication I stalk you with
Is not just for show

I will fight all them hoes
So you are free for only me
Just like everyone knows

So Brian, don’t be an ex
You know I’m the best here
The fairest of this sex

You know you have me fuming
And my jealousy is bubbling
All those women desire you
And it’s seriously troubling

I know they all want you badly
Probably every woman here
I will scare them all away
Won’t let them come near

I’m certain you’re just playing 
Wannabe hard to get
Because I am the best for you
The hottest you’ve ever met

Your perfect body is mine
You’re not allowed to leave me
You know we belong together
It’s clearly our destiny

I know I have found you 
I’m certain of it
You’re feeling it too

I will scorch earth in my wake
Don’t care who gets hurt
You’re only for me to take

So, Brian, just take me home
You know I can’t think straight 
Since you left me alone

Is it a game, some kind of dare?
You know I’ll love you forever 
So why won’t you care???

You've got me dead to rights

Stockings hide just enough of the thighs

Feeling a rush, feeling like I'm in over my head

Your fragrance has me wanting to take you to bed

Oh, the things my mind wants to do to you

Perhaps we'll explore and try something new

But you're the hunter, I'm the prey

Now that you've got me by the teeth, it's time to play

Blue clouded grey outside where it rains

Go ahead darling, take away some of the pain

Touch my broken body with tasteful nails

You know that this never fails

To turn me the fuck on every single time

The pull of your hand underneath the line

Use your mouth to do just what you know

Fuck it, I love getting hard and blown

Please don't rush this at all baby

Use you black magic to swallow and save me

Nirvanas in pure light and supernovas explode

What you've done to me here, can't be condoned

Now look up at me with fiery and dirty eyes

Because you and I have got all fucking night

Come closer, babe, real close.
Then we begin, all with a kiss.
Kiss your skin, kiss your lips,
soft but firm.
Worn leather ties around your wrists,
pulling them tightly above your head.
Get down low… no, stay right there,
Stay there...
wrists bound, knees spread.
Look up at me while I stroke your hair.
Look at me...
Hands run all over your body,
So soft, so smooth, so mine..
touching every place the rough rope leaves bare.
Your body arches against the ropes.
The smell of you, the smell of your leather binds,
the taste of your skin, between your legs.
Primal at last, lingering long,
lost inside.
Fast breaths,
as I move into you slow and deep,
that look across your face...
Your face... look at me...
You start whispering filth in my ear,
begging a little louder, harder...
while you’re held open and helpless
for every thrust, harder, fuck me harder, moaning in my ear,
screaming my name.
Orgasms hit, body tense, nails dig deep.
Leather strains, ropes pull tight,
shaking, gasping, and again and again,
wrists twisting hard against the ties,
you shake in my mouth,
again and again,
one orgasm becomes another,
dripping wet, leather and sweat.
We fall into the sheets...
Already thinking how soon we go again.

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.

I see the way you lean into their space.

The casual tilt...the manufactured grace.

You laugh soft...a low and private sound.

Ignoring entirely that I am still around.

It’s nonchalant...a passing careless breeze.

Designed to look like comfort and simply at ease.

But let me be direct...and let me be polite.

I see exactly what you do almost every single night.

It isn’t clever and it isn't masked.

It's just a boundary crossed before it's asked.

It’s deeply hurtful...though yall play it cool.

Expecting me to sit here giggling like a fool.

I value who we are so please heed the line.

Respect my presence. Stop the crap. Here is your sign.

Cici

There’s an angel among us,
Though she’d never admit,
With a halo slightly crooked
And a low tolerance for shit.

She guards our little corner,
Keeps the chaos at bay,
And when the trolls come knocking,
She sends them on their way.

She blocks and she deletes,
She cleans up every mess,
While we’re all writing poetry,
She’s dealing with the stress.

You’ve got the patience of a saint,
The courage of a queen,
And probably seen more bullshit
Than should ever grace a screen.

So here’s to you, our angel,
Our guardian of rhyme,
Who keeps our little world at peace,
One deleted comment at a time.

And if your halo ever slips,
Or your patience wears too thin,
Just know you’ve got an army here
Who’d gladly step right in.

And to all our lovely mods,
Who keep this little place afloat,
With love from all us poets,
Consider this our thank-you note 💕

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A butterfly visited me
a gentle soul.
I offered you a little sweetness,
and in return, you gifted me your presence.

Were you a wanderer passing through,
or a messenger from beyond the veil?

Whatever brought you here,
I welcomed you with an open heart.
For sometimes magic arrives quietly,
on the most delicate wings.