Super excited to give you all a peak at the cover reveal for Author & Poet Matt Hodge’s debut Poetry book @let-it-devour.bsky.social & @eyes-of-jade.bsky.social 📖 🔥❤️🔥📖 “The Girl With Eyes Of Jade” Due for release on May 25th 2025 #NewRelease #BDSM #KinkPoetry #WritingCommmunity #poetry

She sleeps So peacefully Wrapped in Loving arms That will never Let go

More than anything I want you to feel Me Behind every thought Between every breath Under every layer You wear I want to be closer So deep inside You You feel me Within your soul

Hands, not tools, but worlds, holding secrets of the earth and sky, of a tenderness that asks for nothing but to be.

The warmth of palms, like sunlight falling through leaves, a moment suspended, aching in its simplicity.

Fingers trace the quiet edge, Soft ridges of time worn smooth. Each line a whisper, etched in the memory of touch.

Any excuse To have my hands On you

Sometimes It is only your lips I think about The way they feel The way they make me feel The way I want to feel them On me Pressed harder with a grip Of your hair

She doesn’t have a religion. Her faith resides in the stars, flowers, and oceans. Her universe within. s.b.

It was a rainstorm That led me to you A sleepless night When I began to write A sequence of events Randomly fell into place Was it destiny Was it fate When our paths crossed Whatever the case I thank the universe In some small way Every day

Jamming one of my dad's favourites. He was a big CCR fan. I inherited one of their original vinyls, well used. 🎶

The tides rise, fall, rise again, a hymn sung in waves, the ocean’s voice breaking, raw, aching for the touch of a lover he will never hold. And she, the moon, watches with solemn grace, eternal, unchanging, her face reflected in his tears. Together they move, separate yet one, two souls circling.

The ocean breathes, restless, a heavy sigh rising with the pull, its hands of salt and foam reach for her silver face. The moon waits, her pale skin soft against the black sky, a quiet sentinel watching the waves crash. She whispers light into the depths, her glow spilling secrets into waters.

I see you, through a veil of unlit moments, your eyes burning words you dare not say aloud. The space between us— a chasm filled with longing, a wound both fresh and ancient.

In the shadow of the night, where the air hums electric, whispers rise like smoke— curling, twisting, breaking the silence of an empty room. Fingers trace the edges of dreams, aching for what was never spoken. Your breath—a quiet storm, a hymn of want, just beneath the skin.

Fingers hesitate, hovering above destiny, Where touch becomes a language And silence speaks the loudest truths. Your voice—soft thunder— Calls me to an edge I’ve never known. We teeter there, Between the safety of the known And the storm that waits When passion is set free.

The moon rises, silent witness to the tide, A pull, unseen, but felt in every thread of skin. Whispers gather, curling like smoke In the hollows where breath becomes fire. Eyes lock, not for answers But for the questions we dare not say. A pulse shared between the unseen And the undeniable.

A bond So strong, secure Ironclad to endure The test of time It's hold Sublime With the weight of the future The length of a lifetime Links of years Of days Of nights Unbroken

The moment I feel How much you want me Is the moment I will do anything To grant your wish But it may not be In a hurry I might want to keep feeling The moment

I’m collecting your whispers.

Everything you Charms me #Fantastic4 #PromptThurs

The light caress Of your touch Ripples across the surface Of my soul Reflections of your love Shimmer I just want to stop And feel it For a while

Here, Beneath the fragil map of veins, I trace the quiet anthem of love. The hum of ink sinking deep, A hymn written for no one But the soul beneath your skin. Words linger, Soft as the space between breaths, Carving I love you Into a moment That the only silence remembers.

The pen hovers A quiet river waiting to spill its truth I press it gently The first stroke like a whisper of rain On earth that forgot how to bloom Your name Trails in soft loops across the skin of my longing Each letter an echo Each pause a prayer

Your skin becomes a canvas, A map of every moment I've been too afraid To let my voice betray. Ink trails fade into warmth, The meaning stays, Pressed into you Like a memory That will not fray. Though the lines may disappear, Their truth lingers in silence, Where words aren't spoken Only felt.

I take the pen To whisper softly to your skin Where the world's weight cannot reach. Each word, a feather Falling with purpose, Delicate as a thread of rain On the edge of dawn. "I love you" Spills like a tide, Not a storm But the pull of a quiet moon, Steady, constant.

So many poems So many pages That all say the same thing But I'll never get tired of saying it I love you

Holding hands on the train Music in our brain