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@mymourningmoth
I love finding creatures in the night 🕯️
He laid me across the table like an offering,
and when his mouth found the pulse beneath my jaw,
I felt every candle dim in silence.
As if the very breath of his kiss
devoured the oxygen in the room.
He worshiped me with the hunger of a king,
and the reverence of a man who knows
his ruin was written in my skin,
long before he tasted it.
And gods help me,
I opened myself to him like sacred scripture
and let him read
every forbidden line.
-Luna Rae Duvall |MyMourningMoth 🥀
Image Cc Pinterest
Come closer…
your pulse is the only prayer I still believe in.
I don’t want your love,
I want the place your breath hesitates when you think of me.
You call it obsession.
I call it the taste of destiny on your throat.
And yet… you keep coming back to me,
and you wonder why my fangs ache for you.
Stay away? I simply cannot.
My sweet, you already live between my teeth.
You are mine.
And I am yours,
for eternity.
-Luna Rae Duvall | MyMourningMoth 🥀
Come closer…
your pulse is the only prayer I still believe in.
I don’t want your love,
I want the place your breath hesitates when you think of me.
You call it obsession.
I call it the taste of destiny on your throat.
And yet… you keep coming back to me,
and you wonder why my fangs ache for you.
Stay away? I simply cannot.
My sweet, you already live between my teeth.
You are mine.
And I am yours,
for eternity.
-Luna Rae Duvall | MyMourningMoth 🥀
I have dwelt in darkness so long that your light wounds me with wonder.
I am undone by the depth of your love,
and my passion,
hungry,
eternal, devours the very breath of you.
To guard you. To cherish you.
To bind myself to you beyond mortal reason.
Through endless nights I searched,
through centuries I whispered your name into the void.
In you, I am both lost and found.
You have stirred the ashes of what I once was,
and I am forever altered by your light.
-Luna Rae Duvall | MyMourningMoth
Excerpt from my book. Coming soon.
#DarkRomance #GothicPoetry
The unholy don’t sleep. They remember.
Somewhere between prayer and punishment, a soul reaches for redemption, and finds only the echo of its own damnation.
- Written by Luna Rae Duvall | MyMourningMoth 🥀
The unholy don’t sleep. They remember.
Somewhere between prayer and punishment, a soul reaches for redemption, and finds only the echo of its own damnation.
- Written by Luna Rae Duvall | MyMourningMoth 🥀
If the soul had a color, mine would be black with undertones of thunder.
-Luna Rae Duvall | MyMourningMoth
⚡🖤
If the soul had a color, mine would be black with undertones of thunder.
-Luna Rae Duvall | MyMourningMoth
⚡🖤
Meet me here at midnight, and fall in love with what could be.
-Luna Rae Duvall | MyMourningMoth 🕯️
Sorry I've been MIA. I'm in the middle of several massive projects and absolutely exhausted. Excited! But exhausted trying to keep up with everything.
I hope you're all having an amazing spooky month!
🥀
Sorry I've been MIA. I'm in the middle of several massive projects and absolutely exhausted. Excited! But exhausted trying to keep up with everything.
I hope you're all having an amazing spooky month!
🥀
💋 🔪
It's time to be your best and brightest self. Reach toward the stars. Go for it.
You got this.
Even in the silence of my heartache, I carry resilience in my roots. I am not fragile. I am the wildflower beneath the moonlight seeking peace. - Luna Rae Duvall | MyMourningMoth
Even in the silence of my heartache, I carry resilience in my roots. I am not fragile. I am the wildflower beneath the moonlight seeking peace. - Luna Rae Duvall | MyMourningMoth
I’ve felt your skin
I am now human
My heart was beating so fast, I thought I would die
I was completely reduced to basic human instincts
I’ve caught your spell
and baby am I selfish.
Pulling me completely under, with your deep eyes
My hands trembling under yours
your nails slightly longer than mine, matching in a cadence that fluctuates with each contact of eyes
Oh how. I have longed and yearned to feel this
how smooth your skin is and to brush your hair away from your face
Or to swirl the top of my tongue along your hands, clean it of any other touch
Like sugar on my tongue, and I slurp with concentration and excitement
To see your slightly bigger forehead as I feel the heat of your face
To see you laugh with that full body wave, thankful that I caused it
I am human now
because I am jealous
I am alive because my veins have awakened
The dopamine flushing my skin with vitality and stupidity
At your dumb jokes, and even more with all the little things I learn about you
The messages in the dark of my room, the excitement never wades
I try to see myself from your eyes, glaze over things that might attract you
What was cold and displaced is now over analyzing and focusing on the scent lingering on your skin
Hoping your eyes aren’t following mine as they travel towards your exposed legs
Christ, I feel teased like a victorian man seeing ankle for the first time
I want to feel you all the time, in and under my skin and only mine
In my eyes, that burn when shut with fantasies, some extreme and rough with speed and desire.
Others soft like the warm press of fresh laundry. Rare but constant, I replay conversations just to imagine your voice in my mind.
I brush my hands over my lips to imagine how yours would feel like
I am human because I fantasize about you
I long for a yes, or the way you say my name
I never had to tell you, you just knew.
Never exaggerated or repeated but with a soft tone
That draws a line from my eyes towards your lips.
There is no greater pleasure than hearing your mouth make sounds, vowels and consonants
I wish to make it last.
such a greedy request, yes?
Or is wanting you more of a betrayal of self
I nevertheless can’t stop, I chase every interaction and vibrate when your eyes are in me
Isn’t that the most human thing someone can do?
I am human now because I can never get enough of you
Now that I’ve felt your skin, I am under your spell
And I shall selfishly indulge
