lalalalala [poem] [nsfw]
Added 2025-03-01 06:45:53 +0000 UTCI have more to do for [you] but I am currently stroking my dick to an orgasm [you]'ve given me but haven't heard yet. My made-up alter-ego currently exists in a liminal space within an imaginative one. Shame my erection is fake. It certainly feels real
Maybe this time I can be your darkness [something, something, surrender]
I'll start by not even existing. Just the beginning of an idea of a thought. And you close your eyes and [poof!] it's a doc with a cock!
[so I say 'you're beautiful' to the void and somehow believe it more and more]
Use me like a figment of your imagination. I am your dildo and fingers and vibrator. Use me like a fantasy. Wipe the corners of your mouth with me before I vanish like a single-serving napkin on an airplane [you can always get another one]
Empty every ounce. I was packaged for you. Not her or them - you. Each one, just for you.
Your pussy made me cum so hard [the other day] so you probably smiled and didn't know why. I can still feel how slippery it all was. Your face did it - the look of anticipation knowing I had so much bottled up inside. Uncorked and popped like thick champagne. I love fucking you too, you know that but I [need] you. I need you. I need to feel you cum like rain. I need your soft and your warm and your swollen. I need your [{brackets}]
but then you close your eyes and [poof!]
Comments
oooh that second part, both creating the other. love it!
nina ✨
2025-03-02 04:46:05 +0000 UTCLike everything else Made up Perceptions The universe experiencing itself I create [you] from my deepest darkest fantasies And you create [me] as your muse Our bodies are conduits, divining rods For inspiration, imagination, lust Never touching, yet intermittently entwined The idea of [you] is enough to enrapture me And I wonder how [my] essence forms in your mind.
Victoria
2025-03-01 23:45:12 +0000 UTCI never imagined that brackets would become such a thing for me. What a time to be alive.
Indicaandsmut
2025-03-01 21:58:15 +0000 UTC