"personal writing" tag is where I keep all my free verse writing on this blog.
A dead bat still hanging from the ceiling of a cave.
I spend two evenings a week
naked atop my crimson bed sheets.
folding my right arm over my eyes,
I pretend it is 80 degrees,
I pretend your humidity is on top of me.
I wonder what it would be like to feel
the blistering sun of your love
scorching deep into my alabaster flesh.
I think the scars would be worth it
it if meant I could feel you
for just a little while.
I think I would travel for endless days
to catalogue your broken smile
into my ‘save this soul’ file.
and I certainly believe that concocting these false memories
is just part of our unsaid deal,
for all we can ever be
is a list of unrequited lusts
that will never be stamped,
never be sealed.
I bet you got a lot of photos from subs but very little from young 20 year old dommes. My own dorm room serves as my secret dungeon. I’ve been doing this for a few months now. I specialize mostly in discipline and humiliation. I’m so glad I could give these men outlets for their inner sluts that they cannot express to anyone else otherwise. I love every one of my subs/slaves.
*Googly eyes* Holy shit, how are you such a badass?? The red lipstick, sassy mouth, riding crop, perfect boobies and you’re a fucking domme!?! Can’t deal with you. Except that I would LOVE for you to deal with me. Thank you so much for submitting, you fierce little bitch.
be mean to boys. its fun and they usually deserve it
((we're still dancing in my mind))