sometimes intimacy isn’t about possession— it’s about witnessing. the way bodies soften in truth, how desire can hold space for freedom, and love can exist even in the letting go. — K.S

sometimes intimacy isn’t about possession— it’s about witnessing. the way bodies soften in truth, how desire can hold space for freedom, and love can exist even in the letting go. — K.S

poetry by me

poetry by me

God, steady my hands so that i build with intention and not impulse. teach me to move with precision, to protect what is sacred, and to release what is not meant for me. may my strength be guided by wisdom, and my silence by understanding. i only want what aligns with purpose, nothing less.

God, steady my hands so that i build with intention and not impulse. teach me to move with precision, to protect what is sacred, and to release what is not meant for me. may my strength be guided by wisdom, and my silence by understanding. i only want what aligns with purpose, nothing less.

speak affirmations to her, gazing deeply into her eyes as your fingers intertwine and let her feel all of you so passionately.

done it and it depends at this point in life.

kissing and cuddles would be everything.

🍃

Comfortable silence is my favorite love language

i want someone i can sit with in silence, share tea, and still feel understood. not because of the words, but because of the peace that lingers between us.

✌🏾

✌🏾

i’ve learned that in partnership, if you’re not willing to inconvenience yourself at times for the lifeline of the relationship, you’re not ready to be immersed in love but only in the illusion of what you think love should be for your own comfort.

being on bluesky

i want to hold you so close your breath matches mine, keep you pinned to the moment until all you feel is soft bliss, and whisper in your ear that someone would give anything to be exactly where i am right now.

she got a face so pretty you just want to paint it both artistically and sexually.

be my muse.

i want to make love to her in a way that memory too sacred to name. maybe one day i’ll write about it, when time has softened the ache and only the essence remains. she’ll read it and remember, then tuck it away again, because what we created will always feel too close, too unfair to compare.

i pray that you experience a love that brings peace to your spirit and light to your days. the kind that doesn’t just take but gives back in abundance. your heart deserves a love that’s patient, intentional, and willing to pour just as deeply as you do.

love shouldn’t feel like convincing, it should feel like understanding. i’ve outgrown anything that makes me shrink to be accepted. i only want the kind that expands me.

i have too much depth in me to settle for surface love. i need something that sees me fully, that listens beyond words and meets me where my soul lives.

when you meet a woman with skin kissed by earth and a mind that speaks in philosophy, surrender to her rhythm. remember what it means to love.

you deserve a love that hits your spirit before it ever touches your skin. the kind that makes your knees weak and your mind lose sense of reason.

send me voice messages in your native tongue. 

lovely views.

taking applications for a sub?

who up?

get you a lover who reads, because a curious mind never stops discovering you.

Message!!!!

i need to chill when i’m interested in someone. my mind jumps straight to “i bet she’d look amazing wrapped up in bandages,” before i even know her favorite color.

Big facts!!

!!!!!!!!

An entire sermon.

pleasure expands where safety exists.

HELLO. I’ll do virtually anything if I feel safe to do so

Abso-fucking-lutely

A word.

pleasure expands where safety exists.

intimacy should not feel like a performance. it should feel like discovery. there are things you might be interested in but never voiced. things that could bring you and your partner closer if you allowed the conversation to happen.

more people need to start advocating for better intimacy in the bedroom. not just the physical part. but the understanding. the curiosity. the courage to say what you actually desire instead of shrinking into silence and hoping someone guesses right.

love me a gothic woman.

love me a gothic woman.

maybe it’s not about figuring everything out but allowing yourself to stay open. to remain curious enough to explore the space between what is and what could be.

Yes

 add scotch with turmeric

closure isn’t always a conversation. sometimes it’s the silence that follows when you stop needing to be understood, and finally understand yourself.