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@idgafmistress
worship // greek lovers
i play your body like a lyre
and savour the sweet songs you sing;
my fingers know every string by heart,
i’m fluent in your vocal poetry.
i would start and end wars
for your ambrosia lips
and they way they trail down my figure—
your mouth more devastating
than any of Eros’ arrows.
we make such beautiful music together.
modern greek lovers; Sappho must be proud.
caress me like you’re
making love to Aphrodite;
i’m all soft curves and pink skin,
dripping sea foam, ready for your touch.
gently work the oyster shell open,
and polish the pearl ‘til it shines.
trace my flower petals with your tongue,
drink the nectar forged only for you.
bite me like you’re
fucking Dionysus;
claw me open, hear me cry out—
you know i like it rough.
curl around me like ivy,
scratch down my back and feel it arch.
sip on my wine, suck on the cork;
watch how i put on a show for you.
embrace me like you’re
bedding Hera;
spread yourself wide, peacock-style,
give yourself up to me in offering.
brush heavenly kisses down my neck,
you know i’m your queen—
your hands gripped in my hair, my crown,
your face of carved marble, my throne.
make my mortal body tremble
on our altar of honey-sweet elixir
and damp, discarded bedsheets;
climb Mount Olympus, make a religion out of me.
Menstrual Spider: t-shirts with this drawing soon!
The Venus of Laussel is over 25,000 years old. She holds a crescent moon with thirteen markings: the number of lunar cycles in a year. Her other hand, as if to instruct us of the relationship between the cycles of the moon and women’s menstrual cycles, points to her vagina. It was painted with red ochre.
Human
Sources: SigningSavvy, Lifeprint, ASLDeafined
[Image ID:
Human in American Sign Language. H handshape taps at the shoulder then the waist. Movement is illustrated by arms that are translucent green and blue in different stages of the sign. Background is transparent.
End ID]
They were beautiful
Hands on hands on touches
Whispered names under honey light
Juice dripped and smoke poured
Tounge shaping thoughts like clay
They were beautiful
But don't tell them your name
Not yet
Learn to scream before whisper
There's more to come
Let the hands bring touches
But know they bring claws
Eat the fruit smoke the herb
They bring wisdom
But learn from the writing on the trees
Make use of those pots made before
But build new from those that crack and cut
Yes they were beautiful yes they are rotting
Yes there is more to come
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Magical forest..
Hüseyin Özçelik
Through Your Essence
Suspended above your essence
Naked, exposed, peering anxiously
Down upon the unknown, the intimate,
Caution be damned... I jump...
Tumbling recklessly askew,
Heedless of the potential pain
Exploring the new territory of you...
Buffeted by character flaws,
Blinded by the colors of your soul,
Tossed by the breath of your passion,
Stripped raw by your raking gaze,
Molded by the heat of your hands,
Melting around the curves of your flesh,
Immersing my core in your powerful being.
Molting my prepared persona.
Exposing my truest nature;
Me unfiltered for you to absorb.
Battered and bashed,
Honesty unleashed,
Coddled and caressed,
Inhibitions released...
Caught finally by the depth
Of your beautiful mind,
Nourished by your heart's blood bathing
My inner child with acceptance,
Pulsing in time with our
Crushing desire to be loved eternally
With unconditional zeal,
Cradled in the tranquil embrace
Of your compassionate regard.
#WyseWordsForLife
Sean Lewis, Sunblind
Some of Léon Bakst’s set designs for the Ballets Russes:
Boris Godunov (1908)
Scheherezade (1910)
L’après-midi d’une faune (1912)
Daphnis et Chloé (1912)
greek mythology | cursed images