Al norte de tus piernas
tengo una casa
donde pongo a calentar mi cuerpo
y se unen los labios
condenados a beber del sudor
y la sal fina de tu sexo
El norte de tus piernas
me recuerda que un siglo es un segundo
y que el fuego es la llama
que arde en cada gemido
(L.Gardet)
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"Come here
You sweet hot ass
You need a punishment
For burning my heart
Making me needy
While i work
With all those things
You say and do
Sweet sexy ass
Need to be spanked
To see and feel
What i give
When you act
Like a little braty girl"
Recuerdo la sensación
de estar desnuda en tu sudor
las ganas de explotar
entre tus manos
y la flor de caricias expertas
que detonan mi locura
Recuerdo
la puerta al paraiso de tu cuerpo,
el beso urgente,
la llama de mil gemidos
nuestro placer,
tu mirada y mi suerte
(S. Martín)
✨
Your lips found mine,
and the room forgot its purpose.
Even the dark leaned closer,
listening to the soft hymn
between our breaths.
Somewhere beneath it all,
I whispered your name like a prayer
#mother of every beautiful
ache I've ever known.
#vss365
Her collarbones a river leading to a cavern of
twin peaks where breath clouds,
soft as dawn mist on mountains.
#vss365#poetry#poetrylovers
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He teased her with words,
soft as a promise at the edge of night,
until desire melted her silence
and she trembled in sweet surrender..
dripping in longing only he could awaken.
If you love her, take her.
Drag her into the velvet dark where moonlight bleeds across her skin like spilled sin. Pin her wrists above her head with one rough hand and let your mouth worship the frantic pulse at her throat—teeth grazing, tongue claiming, tasting the salt-sweet terror of being utterly wanted.
Do not ask. Show her.
Spread her open beneath you, slow and merciless, until her thighs tremble around your shoulders and her voice breaks on your name like glass under pressure. Fuck her like the world is ending—deep, devouring strokes that ruin her for anyone else, every thrust a vow carved into her velvet heat: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. Let her feel the weight of your hunger, the ache of your devotion, the fire that only she can stoke and only she can soothe.
Bite her shoulder when she comes undone, mark her so the bruises bloom like midnight roses. Then pull her into your chest, slick and shaking, and whisper the truth against her ear while your fingers still stroke lazy circles through the mess you made of her.
This is what you mean to me.
This ruin.
This possession.
This endless, aching worship.
If you love her—take her.
And never let the night forget her name.
Il y a des femmes qui parlent si bien d'amour, je ne peux pas imaginer qu'elles mettent moins de beauté et de poésie dans leurs gestes que dans leurs écrits.
𝑇 𝑒𝑛~𝐿~
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