A broken poet

lex age 25 LESBIAN music video games art and photography, poetry and nature.

[nyctovenom]

i love vocal sex.

"let me hear you, baby. atta fuckin' girl. tell me how much you love mommy's dick."

[aneedylesb]

she gets possessive and my pussy throbs

[8nin]

I can always handle everything on my own but I melt when someone takes care of me and completely turns off my survival mode.

[latinamamiix]

I like mine possessive and will do anything to baby me

[wordx]

i don't regret the love i gave. i know you needed it. i hope you're doing better now.

[lesbinluv]

being so bratty to the point she grabs my chin forcing my mouth open for her fingers to make their way into my mouth, immediately shutting me up as she watches my brain go completely empty, eyes full of desperation for more..

[latinamamiix]

I like when you tell me when I’m on your mind

[queenbeegamer]

Turns out confidence is my favorite outfit... but if a pretty girl wants to ruin my composure, I won't complain. 🖤

[fufatronic]

call me weird or perverted all you want but i just love how pussy smells. there is genuinely nothing more hot or seductive than that.

[aneedylesb]

no, but please, wake me up with your hands on my tits under my tshirt or inside my panties, please

[lesbinluv]

i need to be overstimulated so bad. tie me up and use toys on me. edge me. eat me out. do whatever you want to me. please please please please please just use me all you want

[signedmissrose]

I whimper when making out. Sorry not sorry. These pretty noises can't be contained.

[queenbeegamer]

I met you with splinters still buried beneath my skin.

You smiled,

and I almost apologized

for the way my heart hesitated,

as if loving another woman

required permission

from every ghost who came before you.

I have known the ache

of being chosen second.

I have memorized silence

better than I ever memorized

"I love you."

So when your fingers brushed mine,

I expected thunder,

expected the sky to split open

and remind me

that beautiful things

never stay.

Instead,

you laughed.

A soft, ordinary laugh

that made the world feel

less like a battlefield

and more like somewhere

I could finally rest.

You do not ask me

to forget her.

You simply hand me

new memories

until the old ones

no longer carry all the weight.

You kiss me

like my lips were never meant

to apologize.

Like loving a woman

can be gentle,

can be patient,

can bloom without begging

for permission to exist.

Maybe healing

isn't waking up

without scars.

Maybe it's meeting a girl

whose smile makes you realize

your heart was never broken beyond repair—

it was only waiting

for someone

who would hold it

like something precious

instead of something temporary.

And for the first time

in what feels like forever,

I find myself hoping

that if love has my name

on its lips again,

I hope

it sounds like yours.

[amascsblog]

really wish i woke up to a pretty girl humping my legs like a pathetic slut. waiting and waiting for me to wake up because she’s too impatient and needed to fulfill her needy desires while i was asleep. should record her using my leg like a pathetic slut, so whenever she has an attitude saying she wouldn’t need me, i’ll show her the truth.

[amascsblog]

thinking about making a pretty femme hump my leg while she’s on my lap. so she can pathetically whine and beg to be touched.

[heydinodraws]

Blood and water

[morbidblooduse]

forcing a femmes legs open and putting my hand down her underwear to inspect her cunt, running my fingers through her, slapping her clit every time she tries to move, examining what’s mine

“what’s the matter, bunny? i know you’re needy right now but once i’m done i’ll let you make a mess all over my fingers”