#hoetry

[forced-conforming]

evan 'gray sweatpants' rosier

[femme-archive]

I. Need. You.

Like yesterday. Like biblically. Like anciently.

I’m gonna cry. Pretty P-L-E-A-S-E fuck me. Let me shift on your lap and just hum with pleasure.

Kiss my neck, softly, teasingly.

Run your hands across my skin, pull me flush against your hard body.

😭🫠😭🫠😭🫠😭🫠

(something about this month has been on another level and I can’t even explain it anymore)

pressing my thighs together. doing circles with my hips against my chair at the thought of you, fyfi

[shadowseductress]

I want him to dearrange me like a picture in a word document

[beingherdaddy]

It is such a privilege to be allowed to touch you, feel you shiver as my lips brush your ear lobe, and to make you pout as I take my time with you.

This time is precious to me and I'm planning to drag it on for as long as I can, agonizingly slow, just until your hips buck against my fingers.

It's torture for the both of us, my self restraint tested each time you ask for more, or look at me with those eyes that beg to be seen. And for you, it's just the waiting isn't it?

You're so fucking impatient, always wanting more from me. You'll get it; I always give in, but I'm going to savor every last moment until neither of us can take it before I bury my tongue in your cunt and devour you.

[pafrany]

you write poetry, i write hoetry, we are not the same :(

[loveofmynights]

I sleep per chance to dance

Ah there's the rub

Dreamy visions of getting fucked

I get dicked down

But I get it up again

You're never gonna fuck me up

[d-y-s-p-h-o-r-i-c]

Felt v cute in new undies

[edgarallanhoeblog-blog1]

life 

       can             be

                   buscuit,

or                                       bacon,

              or                  sometimes, 

                        pain.