The Compromise of the Lotus Flower 🌺

slip inside the dream,

i move further back

you place us in the nick of time,

i settle in and admire your knack

you finally come to join me

present me with gifts, you’re Saint Nick

and then, for a moment, i am left to wonder

what is meant to happen next

you are nearer now, and my body tingles

in anticipation of your touch

you ask me if I want you any closer,

you’re the only kind of sin I could ever trust

and then it’s happening

I am absolutely on fire,

to the very core of me

and you are so wise, with your learned hands

the pleasure makes it hard to breathe

you know I’m wrapped around your finger,

you guide me through your own desire

you reveal yourself to me entirely,

and all I can do is admire

i test my own limits in your influence

i choose the wrong path, quietly

i used to want simpler things

but i no longer have the patience

i am little and timid

i am soft and scared

i just wanna make you proud

i just wanna please you

i am yours to bend and break

keep going,

don’t you dare stop

love me,

like me,

talk to me,

i am yours

abuse me,

beseech me

my lord,

your wish is my command.

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War

I don’t want it now

Because I don’t want it this way

I wanted you once

But I don’t want you today

Because you fucked with the flow

You wounded my vanity

You played with my mind,

You drove me to insanity

And now I feel like a fool

I don’t even have my pride

Nothing left to show

In the wake of my demise

And you’re cold, you’re stone

You have better things to do

I am a pile of ash

But I will rise, anew

And inside and out, I will be pure gold

I will glitter to the core,

I won’t be in your grasp anymore

And I will shine to taunt you

I will glisten to torture

For though weak in battle

In war, I am nothing if not resourceful.

peachbones🍑✨

cheekbones like peaches,

smile so keen

soul so beautiful,

so unmistakably clean.

       tongue like candy,

       body so strong

       hands so kind,

       an earthly charm.

A man with morals,

ethics and candor

with cheekbones like peaches,

a mind as colorful as reefs of coral. 

       He’s got cheekbones like peaches,

       I just wanna take a bite,

       to eat him up if he’ll let me 

       (and I think he just might).  

Arboretum of Afterthoughts 

Like hash and cigarette ash 
He had a way about him

Something new   

But familiar too

There was a green dragon 

Sitting on his forearm 

Not a force to be reckoned with 

Nor a reason to be intrigued,

Left as quickly as he came

Silhouette outlined by the remains of his scent

A thought maintained, lingering in my brain 

Gone like the dream that never was 

Remembered like the thought that never left 

Who he was, was who I am?

Were neither a thing of trueness?