Artwork:https://instagram.com/p/wzbx6azZS9/ I became obsessed with a lover, once. There a few that may read this and think this is about them. My lover knows exactly who he is. There’s no clearer portrayal of him than the one I paint constantly. I became so obsessed with my lover that the only way I could have him… Read More A Writer’s Obsession
Make sure the man knows your worth and can appreciate it. You can never make a man see your worth. He has to already recognize it. Do you understand? You will blossom as a woman when you get a man who does. Trust me on this. You will blossom. And you wanna know how a… Read More My only womanly advice I can offer
Model information: https://www.instagram.com/p/BVdAcyDFgU9/ Burying my face in the bodies of other lovers in my futile attempts to forget you. Giving them pieces of me that are undeniably meant for you. I only want to forget the sensation but you are embedded in my flesh. Embedded in the memory of me. I wear you. Taste you.… Read More The misery of absence
Think it was a quarter to three this morning, trying to get ready for work, the usual routine to begin a Saturday. Body barely able to maneuver itself from the left side of the bed. The Tiffany grey velvet chaise in the corner sitting there appearing lonely, empty. The lighting was giving it a soft… Read More Love letters from the Tormented
I should really be conducting myself better than this, being that I am practically a married woman, although everyone knows almost doesn’t count. But explain that to a man who comes from a home where love was never questioned. It’s hard to get a conditioned mind away from the concept of monogamy. We met a… Read More The adulteress
It’s not that easy to describe this addiction. The type of addiction that results in codependency. The type of addiction that reels its beautiful self at least twice a month on Tuesdays because that’s the schedule for now. Two blue cosmos, even though I said I would stop drinking. Even though I said it doesn’t… Read More Two Blue Cosmos
“She is all soul and vulnerability” – Anaïs Nin There’s more than just the taste of flesh that keeps me reaching out to you. There’s more than just delighted moans that escape in the middle of nights. There’s so much more and I keep limiting you to just these boundaries. It’s to keep the complications… Read More For the love of the Muse, I write…
Artist: unknown Model: Instagram @kaylablackmon @illbrill There were things that needed to be done today. Right lower side of my head began throbbing at my never ending to do list this morning. Stress headaches have been a thing for me lately. A little overwhelmed with all that is going on currently with work, school and… Read More The Muse.
I forgot how delicious it feels to wanna devour someone. The teasing. The wanting. The craving. Positioning yourself under the covers, sliding in and out and imagining how good it would be to feel them right now. Early mornings always seem to be the time the yearnings are insatiable. Wanting to feel hands roaming freely,… Read More Delicious fantasies
It was raining that evening. I remember the sky turning gray. The clouds were full and ready to nourish the grounds below. I left the window open. The softness of raindrops echoing through the apartment. It’s a game of cat and mouse we played. Taunting and teasing until the water began to overflow. Any idea… Read More Strawberry kisses.
Artwork: Isabel Munoz I really want to talk about the way you kissed me the other night. How you kissed me… I think that’s why I’m so overwhelmed. It’s trying to make things black and white and when shades of cream and ivory begin to appear, don’t you think it gets confusing what we’re asking… Read More Lovers rules
I got tired of upping the ante. Needing more vibrations. Deeper vibrations. Different vibrations. Different wavelengths. I wanted to feel dizzy and euphoric. The body needed to be twisted and tested. There was a necessary sense of pain that was required to convince that the mind was not creating another fantasy not within reach. Each… Read More I want you.
The act itself is an art and with art, it’s open to any interpretations and understandings. It’s not one dimensional and this is your only option or this is the only way you can see it. It doesn’t work like that. The creation is meant to inspire. To stir. Bodies were made to explore. How… Read More Behind closed doors.
Photography: Max Dupain (1911-1992), Three Magnolia Buds There are so many things that we can do. We can create. We can destroy. We can divide. We can collide. We can combine below horizons. Following the dotted line with our tongues. We can kiss and laugh in between. We can intertwine our legs and fingers. We… Read More Before the sun.
It’s automatic when I melt. Involuntary movements and am nothing more than a puddle of emotions. Sitting here with this phone to my ear, what a way to begin my morning. It’s such a surreal feeling when I hear the intro “Good morning, such and such place, this is ______ speaking…” Do you know how… Read More What’s in a name.