[inkpressedpetals]

[aidashakur]

[raceyrhymes]

Allie, there's another poet on my channel who so wants to meet you. Names Natasha, and her work is very similar to yours, it's raw and powerful. I almost thought she was you at one point, but when I told her about you, she wanted to check your work out, so I pointed her in the direction of Wattpad. So someone is seeking you out. She's already got a book of poetry published on Amazon. And her energy is very similar. Could be a doppelganger. Just giving you a heads up.

Okay ❤️

Sounds intriguing.

[melancholictears]

[raceyrhymes]

Touch Me

Late at night and I'm a mess.
My need for release heightens
and I begin to undress.


Since I'm sick of relationships
and all the stress that they bring.
I have to be good at this,
because I don't have the real thing.


I'd much rather have a man's touch.
Just something about him taking control,
that I crave so much.


I climb into bed,
body against cold sheets,
completely naked.
My hands ready, aimed to please.


They start roaming,
gripping and rubbing my tits.
Biting my bottom lip,
closed eyes imagining these hands are his.


Nipples harden under my touch in the cool air.
My right hand massaging the way to my clit.
It knows what to do, when it gets there.


Eyes still closed, imagining a man like no other.
A dangerous sexual type of rapture, with his body,
I'm smothered.


My left hand roams to join my right,
but I'm the type of woman,
who loves the teasing and I do have all night.


My hands move at a torturous pace
down my inner and outer thighs.
With my back slowly arched,
from my mouth, soft breathy sighs.


Imagining it's him who takes the lead.
I'm his for the taking,
as his fingers sink deep inside me


No more acknowledging that it's by my own hand.
My thoughts drift off to a make believe land.


I feel his tongue run in between the valley of my breasts, little nips along the way as he travels to my neck.


One hand grips harshly onto my thigh, the other pumping and rubbing the place that brings me that satisfaction high.


He decides he's had enough of fucking me with his fingers, he aligned his hard stiff cock with my soaking hot wet center.


He violently thrusts his cock into my entrance.
I begin to cry out, meeting him thrust for thrust, showing him no resistance.


His right hand grips on my neck,
His left hand full of my ass.
One goal in his mind,
to destroy and leave a wreck.


Moans in between the pants.
All control to him, I'd grant.


I need him to fuck me ruthless.
I'd watch him as he'd do this


My body grinding against the bed,
I feel the familiar build.
My hands run up messaging my breasts,
his throbbing cock just as skilled.


He grips the back of my knees,
placing my legs onto his shoulders.
This position now allowing him,
to pound into me so much deeper.


We're so close to cumming,
my hands grip onto the sheets.
My walls clench and milk his cock
his hot cum spurting into streams.


Play time is over and
I snap back into reality.
Until next time...
I'm stuck with this actuality.

[raceyrhymes]





She stands in the shower,

the hot water cascading down her body.

Things she does to herself when she's alone,

she makes naughty look like a hobby.


She closes her eyes and lets her fingertips roam.

She loves the way she can make herself feel when she’s alone


Inner thigh, traveling up her navel and across her nipples. The lightest of her touch sparks a tremble.



She thinks of how badly she wants him.
She longs to pleasurably please him. 


She imagines him watching. 
Imagines him teasing in 
hopes he wouldn't dare try stopping.



She's so tired of wanting him daily.
She needs a release.
She wonders what he would sound
like if he called her baby. 


Such a weakness she has for that pet name.
It turns her on and she's ready to do many dirty things. 

She pictures him with his hand on his cock
Watching her as he jacks himself off.


A sight she'd find to be incredibly sexy.
She'd have a hard time watching 
To only look, without touching.


She could cum from that alone. 
It's a shame she only has pictures on her phone.

[raceyrhymes]

Midnight Magic

His thick accent lingered

as if I were wearing it as a sin

His scruffy beard tickling the surface of my skin

"I think I might be falling for you."

Soft breathless words that

I wanted so much to be true

His fingertips dance a pattern

along my thick thigh

Flirting with the edge of my skirt

as he looked deeply into my eyes

I bit the bottom of my lip

almost to hold my breath

Outside I'm begging

but on the inside I was a mess

I whispered the only word

that would escape me

My eyes danced around his face

as I begged with the word please

I never know what devilish things lie ahead

But I was engulfed in the one against me in bed

His skin smelled of the midnight darkness

His lips tasted like bourbon and regretfulness

He slips his fingertips under my skirt

brushing against my lace panties

I softly whimpered a moan…

his touch was uncanny

That moment I felt every inch of me unraveling

He smirked licking his lips

he knew I was his for the handling

[thoughtkick]

“Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.”

— William C. Hannan

[nixscriptum]

[tragiclore]

— you are madness | @tragiclore @inkpressedpetals

[mspea]

I never wanted to be defined,

yet I chose to become something—

maybe out of survival, maybe out of hope.

They call me mysterious,

say I have layers like the ocean,

but no one wonders

why my silence echoes so deep.

They admire the depth

but ignore the weight.

They see the water,

not the storm beneath it.

Maybe I sink

because the world is full of fire—

people who burn without thinking,

people who scorch softness,

people who fear stillness

because they cannot control it.

So I drown quietly,

not out of weakness

but because water was never meant

to compete with fire—

only to outlast it.

[thoughtkick]

“I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.”

— Karese Burrows

[thoughtkick]

“I really don’t care about what anyone thinks of me. I am who I am, I do what I want & I don’t live to please you.”

— Unknown

[putaind3merde]

[starwarsgrl77]

A part of me is missing

[raceyrhymes]

This…

[remanence-of-love]

[keytomind]

🖤👆🏼

[terrorignitis]

Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction