#desire and devotion

[bookofillusorylove]

Clocked in, barely awake, coffee in hand—then ding.

A message. A glimpse of her, barely covered, bathed in soft morning light. Sleepy eyes, warm skin, a teasing smirk meant just for me. Suddenly, the hum of fluorescent lights and the drag of another workday don’t matter.

How am I supposed to focus when she’s out there, looking like sin wrapped in sunrise? When all I want is to be there, pressing lazy kisses to her skin, waking her up the way she deserves?

Instead, I’m here. Hard, restless, and already counting the hours until I can get my hands on her.

[bookofillusorylove]

“For the Girls Who Burn Quiet”

To the girls who ache in lipstick and lace,

hearts full of novels they’ll never erase—

you walk through the world like it’s almost enough,

but your mind writes stories far bolder, more rough.

You love like a storm with the sound turned down,

a silent confession behind every frown.

You want to be held and undone in one breath,

to dance at the edge of desire and death.

You dream in detail—fingers, teeth, control—

not just kisses, but giving your soul.

You hide it in giggles, in glances, in blush,

but your heart beats loud when the world goes hush.

I see you—the queens of the “just one night more,”

you romantic, erotic, emotional core.

Your fantasies aren’t flaws to be denied—

they're the fire that keeps your sadness alive.

So here’s to the girls who fall hard and think deep,

who write poetry in their heads before sleep,

who ache for a love that’s both raw and divine—

you’re not wrong for wanting both soul and spine.