This is how it is supposed to feel.
This is,
How love feels with,
You
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@wetbloodfarts
This is how it is supposed to feel.
This is,
How love feels with,
You
Some people will only love the version of you that doesnāt speak up.
The version that stays quiet,
keeps forgiving,
never asks for more.
But thatās not loveā
thatās control dressed in affection.
You were not made to be convenient.
You were made to be heard, felt, and seen
fully.
My default setting is assuming people donāt want to talk to me
Write me secret codes, and notes, and pages.
In letters, and ramblings and doodles.
On a gold foiled card, or brown paper cardboard.
On a ketchup stained napkin, or rain soaked newspaper.
On a pamphlet corner, a calendar square, or an old shred of giftwrap.
On a receipt for onions, an invoice for tires, or a greasy burger king bag.
Write me anything.
And I will love every sentence, word, sylable and coma.
I will love them, because they are yours.
And because by your hand, all of it, becomes ours.
Hug is an antidepressant.
"I can be the danger, too."
"I know them by nameā
for I once called them friends.
I donāt fear themā
for Iāve broken bread with them.
They donāt surprise meā
for Iāve shed skin beside them.
I see the fangs behind the smiles,
for I wore that grin once, too."
āgeriatricsenseofself
We all wear light like armor. But loveāthe real kindāasks for whatās underneath.
Pegging, as a form of emotional support
from Prokaryote Season by Leo Fox
I have never seen something so absolutely us.
Im cackling
We met lifetimes ago, I thinkā
in the hush between stars,
where threads are spun by unseen hands.
Yours wound around mine
soft as breath, sure as gravity.
No matter how far we fall,
we fall toward each other.
Niagara Falls...
What a phenomenal waterfall!! So much power and motion!! It's just lovely, isn't it? šš
Me rn @geriatricsenseofself
I love non-sexual signs of submission as much I love sexual ones.
Kneel for me, moan for me, beg to cum. After all, you look gorgeous on your knees pleading.
But also lay your head on my lap ļæ¼while we watch something, wear my clothes out, perform little acts of service just to show me how much you care.
After all, my claim over you isnāt just in the bedroom, so why should your services to me end there?