I have never been allowed to be holy, / I have never been forgiven for wanting.
Gwen Benaway, from “Boys,” Holy Wild
(via lifeinpoetry)
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What would it take to make you adore me? Shall I change my face? Shall I charm you with song? Or perhaps you just want me for my power. That is alright with me. Lie back now, my prince. Allow me to make your dreams more pleasurable than any reality.
Each thrust sends him further into a frenzy – thunder rolling, lightning cracking – his moans carrying in the high winds. It takes every ounce of power to keep you from giving in to the violent nature of your dark soul.
Meet him in the eye of his storm, where cyclonic rains and absolute blackness become one.
Oh, my sweet angel, stop fighting it. You aren’t guarding the heavens any longer, drop your cloak of purity and sin with me.
cockiness is so attractive to me in a way and it’s so irritating. like it’s annoying. and it annoys me. but the kind of expression and body language that comes with it. the self-satisfied attitude. the smug comments. the eye rolling. the smirking. “come and get me” hand gestures during a fight. eyebrow raising with an air of superiority. it’s just like. fuck you. i’m annoyed right now. i am so annoyed right now. but oh my fuck i am also so very, very attracted right now
passionately kissing in the dark in total silence is a fucking mood
Seduce the daughters of the village, each of them in waiting to be married off like cattle to a slaughter chamber. Save them, whisk each of them away on a chariot of sweet nothings and promises of a better life with you; the dark beauty of the night.
You’re lying underneath me and you look beautiful. Your hair is messy from being pulled on, your hands are tied, and your skin is covered in bite marks and red lines from my nails. We’re both breathless from the pleasure of it.
your eyes make me melt like a popsicle in summer heat, the auburn freckles scattered across your cheekbones and nose look like constellations, your smile makes my heart flutter. I want you. I need you more than you could ever know.
I did not make you this way. I only called you mine.
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