christopher sexton
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my barber calls it a mohawk, but the mystic in me calls it the middle path between ecstasy & enlightenment. if you've never let a woman grip ur hair to center her root with ur crown, like she’s steering the kundalini itself, while ur tongue traces the geometry of creation... you wouldn't understand.
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love language
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imagine hating on me while i’m literally in bed, getting paid to worship her with a rose quartz wand, and take notes while she parts the veil. while you’re trolling in the comments. tragic.
2 months ago
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every man who calls himself king should know what it means to let her throne be his face. don't you dare speak about leadership until you learn the language of her hips.
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my barber calls it a mohawk, but the mystic in me calls it the middle path between ecstasy & enlightenment. if you've never let a woman grip ur hair to center her root with ur crown, like she’s steering the kundalini itself, while ur tongue traces the geometry of creation... you wouldn't understand.
2 months ago
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if you haven't fallen apart mid-kiss, questioning whether this is love, lust, or leftover stardust from another life, are you even practicing esoteric eroticism? or are you still playing at missionary spirituality?
2 months ago
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wild how shame shapeshifts. i used to hate my nose. got bullied for it being too big. now it’s the thing that makes her legs tremble when i'm eating her from the back. guess healing’s funny like that. turns wounds into weapons of worship. or maybe i'm just wild.
2 months ago
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hear me out: what if the pyramids weren’t built with slave labor... but with song? like, literal vibration. just imagine being so in tune with the universe that your moans could unravel and reshape matter.
2 months ago
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if you’ve never heard the sound of a woman’s hips begging in rhythms her mouth will never understand, you don’t know music.
2 months ago
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when she arches her spine and exhales, i swear i can hear the angels rewrite the alphabet. so i stopped drawing sigils, and started speaking the language of her yes.
2 months ago
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my love language is her eyes rolling back like she’s possessed, and i’m the priest, demon, and savior all in one.
2 months ago
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i could write a thousand poems about love, but nothing compares to the way her thighs write one across my face.
2 months ago
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fuck nudes. show me your gnosis.
2 months ago
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horny for coherence. call me old fashioned, but i like my foreplay with a side of electromagnetic field alignment. seriously. there's nothing sexier than a body fully lit by awareness humming like a love song to creation.
2 months ago
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when you eye gaze long enough the ego dies. no wonder they made medusa a monster.
2 months ago
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nothing rearranges a belief faster than being kissed by someone who refuses to let you stay small.
2 months ago
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love is the original alchemy. you can turn shame into gold just by touching it consciously.
2 months ago
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hey babe, if he can't handle your open heart... he doesn't deserve to taste your orgasm.
2 months ago
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Gaia
3 months ago
🖤🖤🖤
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Sharon Day
3 months ago
audacity blushed when it met her.
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audacity blushed when it met her.
her body is poetry.
https://open.substack.com/pub/christhecocreator/p/audacity-blushed-when-it-met-her?r=4z8yv&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=false
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people say sex sells but they never tell you truth fucks harder.
4 months ago
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the church taught me to fear hell. addiction taught me i was already living there. poetry taught me to flirt with fire until even the flames wanted to marry me.
4 months ago
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sometimes i wish i could tattoo my notes app rants across my skin. that way you’d stop asking me to be palatable and finally see the graffiti of my insides.
4 months ago
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half the “mental health crisis” is just people realizing they were never meant to sit under fluorescent lights 40+ hours a week pretending spreadsheets are their soul purpose.
4 months ago
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listen babe... if he can't unclench your jaw, he doesn't deserve to unclasp your bra.
5 months ago
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nothing in this world tastes better than a woman tasting her own freedom.
5 months ago
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Signorina Barra
6 months ago
she is not your pleasure. she is your portal. and if you're brave enough to stop performing power and start practicing presence, she might just open. not her legs. her universe. ~
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i love when she wraps her leg around me like she’s locking in her favorite memory.
7 months ago
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if you love me now, know you’re loving a resurrection.
7 months ago
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there’s a difference between wishing for something and surviving everything that tried to kill you before it showed up.
7 months ago
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every lie i ever believed about being unworthy was born from someone else’s fear.
7 months ago
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you’re buying her lilies. i’m blood-soaked in her lilith. calling her to step barefoot into the wildness she’s been told to tame. don’t get me wrong, flowers are sweet. but i want to see her bloom teeth-first.
7 months ago
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you want her perfume. i want her primal.
7 months ago
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you’re calling her beautiful. i’m calling her back home to herself.
7 months ago
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you see madness. i see the medicine that undoes centuries of men who couldn’t hold her howl.
7 months ago
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you want to tame her. i want to taste her before she’s done growling. before she’s done grieving. before she’s done burning through every lie she ever called love.
7 months ago
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she was never eve. she was the wildfire eve warned adam about.
7 months ago
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i want to be the kind of artist who makes you blush. the kind of poet whose lines make your mouth part involuntarily. the kind of writer whose sentences make you shift in your seat. if a poem doesn't make your body react, did it even do its job?
7 months ago
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i write sacred smut and spicy scripture because the world needs to know that foreplay starts in the soul. that the skin is just a vessel for something much older, much deeper, much wilder than friction.
7 months ago
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i do not write romance. i do not write erotica. i write revelations that belong in a prayer book and on your tongue.
7 months ago
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let's get one thing clear. i don't write filth. i write the kind of devotion that makes the angels peek between their fingers.
7 months ago
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warning: if you have never mistaken the mouth of a lover for the gates of heaven, my writing may not be for you.
7 months ago
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masturbation month reminder: your touch isn’t just pleasure. it’s presence. your breath isn’t just arousal. it’s awareness. you’re not just getting off. you’re coming home.
7 months ago
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being homeless taught me what most men never dare admit: your ability to love a woman is only as deep as your ability to forgive your past. that stability doesn’t start with a paycheck. it starts with the voice you use when speaking to yourself after fucking up again.
7 months ago
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i’m a simple man. all i want is to be the man her inner little girl feels safe enough to play around. the man her wild woman feels wet enough to pounce on. the man her future self still thanks god for choosing.
7 months ago
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christ is in my first name. sex is in my last. of course i turn foreplay into a forty-day fast from time. and her mouth, her moan, her moon is the only trinity that can make me come like every trumpet in revelation just blew.
7 months ago
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her eyes are what eden must’ve looked like before shame was invented.
7 months ago
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i offered her poems. she fed them to the wolves. i offered her promises. she fed those to the fire. i offered her myself. and that she kept.
7 months ago
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she wanted my name. my bloodline. my unborn children calling her their mama from the other side of climax. like a priestess crowning me king of her holy fuck yes.
7 months ago
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she doesn't want to be saved. she wants to be seen. she doesn't want to be held. she wants to be handled. and if you can't handle the thunder in her throat, then you aren't worthy of her rain.
7 months ago
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she’s so cute when she tries to seduce me but forgets she doesn’t have to try.
7 months ago
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