Snug in a delicate satin corset tracing every curve, thighs wrapped in sheer lace floral stockings ~ feeling deliciously beautiful w/ zero plans to behave…🪶🐈‍⬛🎨♠️🤎

Your LIPS my liPS, ApocaLYPSE

RT @studioarchbasi2: Renée Jacobs

RT @RoseW1530452: • A candle said: “I’m not here to last. I’m here to burn - and in burning, give.” *🕊️: You’re not a monument. You’re a f…

🥀 Brush your lips against my ear, let your breath erase all my fears 🦋 #poetry

He calls to the sky as the moon reflects both his sorrow and pain, illuminating another tear to add to the lake of heartbreak...

the difference between how much i miss you and how much i wanted you

Silk on skin is a language… that needs no translation…🪶⛓️♠️🤍

. Pascal Chapuis .

This hunger is eating me yet all I want to taste is you

Beating heart racing fast in the night, Looking back, was it real in the light? Unable to see through the terrifying haze, Remembering the horror that sets me ablaze #AcrosticChallenge #BLUR

The Silhouette I see you half in darkness, a slender seam of light along your cheek, a little gold caught in your hair. The rest of you belongs to shadow. And I wonder— what secrets does the darkness keep for you? What have you hidden behind those eyes, behind the quiet of your mouth? Were you always so familiar with the dark, or did it find you somewhere along the way? Did you learn to turn your face from the light, to fold your sorrow into silence, to disappear before anyone could see the tender places? I wonder what it left inside you. And still— I want to come closer. To touch that slender edge of light along your cheek. To brush the loose strand from your face, to feel the warmth of your skin beneath my hand. I want to gather your tears before they fall, to kiss the salt from your lips, to hold you until your shoulders forget the weight of carrying the night. And for a moment— you let me. Your head against my chest, my arms around you, your breath a whisper against my neck. So close I can feel the tremor beneath your skin. I hold you as though my hands could quiet every darkness that ever found you. As though tenderness might be enough. Then— you lift your face. Light catches in your eyes. And you are gone. My arms close around the silence you leave behind. Only that slender golden edge remains— your silhouette, half in shadow, half in light, and still the woman I cannot reach.

“The human body is the best picture of the human soul.” — Ludwig Wittgenstein 🖊️

RT @zztopzztop0000:

What may be For futures yet unfurled to see To blossom into a vital creed To wake from a vivid dream We walk with steps both slow and fast Beyond the reach of measured time We bid our anxious hearts still be As the present fades away The dawn will break, the light will stream

i love going to the tune of love

Sleep feels impossible when all I can think about is your eyes, your lips, and the voice I’d give anything to hear again.

either you or none

“Flowers are the music of the ground
From earth’s lips spoken without sound.” — Edwin Curran​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​🖊️🫧🪶🎨🩶💫