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cautiouscreating.bsky.social
This one on sapphic yearning #poetry #poem #lovepoem #sapphicpoem #wlwpoetry #wlw #queer #poemsaboutwomen #writing #notes
Spider clip Play with me Same way my metal effigy studs your lips I'm feeling up your fishnets Blushing baby pink in the folds of your ears Eye am holding your arm steady This is too deep already. Scattered starlight Memory fragments Mousey hair that feels golden in your presence. I'm already on your body In dozens of places I could imagine living in your heart too.
August 7, 2025 at 8:13 AM
popeofmars.bsky.social
Once again thinking about hot vampires here's my poem Sanguine Sapphic while I handle all this questionable yearning 🤌 (hopefully this format works for yall lemme know what ya think)
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Her eyes so soothing and yet at the same time capable of rioting the fire in my veins at a mere glance seemed to draw in every one of my desires and in doing so trap me. Trapped however was the farthest thing from I felt in that instant, locked in the crimson glow of her gaze I felt as though I could fly amongst the birds and the bats across the sky, but why would I ever entertain the thought of being so far from my paramore? The ebony lipstick she has donned tonight parts to reveal the most brilliant ivory smile anyone has been blessed enough to see, the sides of which are accented by fangs all too eager to sink into my skin and take their fill. The shakiness of her breath finally matches mine as her breathing gets shallower the closer our embrace brings us, lips centimeters apart and my exposed collar just a few inches away. I can think of no better fate than gazing into her eyes full of passion and ravenous lust as she drains every drop of my blood, for then and only then when I be the closest a man can be to his deity. And is it not poetic in its entirety that the object of my deepest desires who has consumed my every thought both waking and dreaming be the one who in the end consumes me as a whole. So with a heart racing with adrenaline and lust I sink into one final kiss with the mistress of my dreams, my hands tangled in her curled hair, hers pulling the rest of my shirt open before tracing my ribs, following them to my back before her nails begin to take purchase in my back. Finally with an almost divine mix of pain and ecstasy she lets her lips find the veins in my neck and with the barest show of resistance sinks fang into skin. My hands tighten and I gasp, unable to hold still let alone quiet as I am given everything I've ever wanted and she takes what she needs. Ounce by ounce, drop by drop she drinks me in like a woman lost in the desert who finds an oasis. I can feel her heart surge with an unheard strength even as mine begins to flutter…
January 24, 2025 at 8:59 AM