This craving

A lustre burns between the layers of my skin Gripping and yearning for something you instil in me For your calloused hard working hands to touch deeper than just the surface Your lambert eyes to burn into mine For my body to be yours and yours mine, Your voice mine and mine yours For our... Continue Reading →

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Come in my mouth

Come in to my mouth Lay back and let me quench my thirst with your vine Touch you with immense adulation, feel you grow inside my grip. Let me stroke your hard cock from the root to the tip. Lay it flat on your stomach and lick the vein while our eyes dare not disconnect.... Continue Reading →

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how do you feel shameful about something that makes you happy? why should i feel so forlorn just to please someone’s pride? - ¿Cómo te sientes avergonzado por algo que te hace feliz? ¿Por qué debería sentirme tan triste solo para complacer el orgullo de alguien?   Love. Northcliff ❤️

Do I really love you that much?

The bed and my chest should be inseparable, my fingers should grasp harder onto the sheets with each plough, My ass high and presented to you like a birthday cake, glazed by exotic oils reflecting your fire upon my golden skin, let your fingers dig into my skin as you drive me upon your vine,... Continue Reading →

I miss you

Why do my arms miss something they have never held? Why do my lips miss the taste of the lips i savoured in my mind, the hands that touched me in my dreams, the voice that told me words only said in films, the smile that shined in my day dream, the happiness that my... Continue Reading →


What's going on in there? Truth. You want the truth? But which part is the truth? Just because I tell you what's going on in here, in my mind, in my heart, in my body; what determines that what I tell you is really true? My body language? The way my voice could possibly become... Continue Reading →

mírame – look at me

look at me, look at me with utter adulation, look at me with love, see something deeper, something i cant see but that only you can see and that only you can identify as a rarity It’s desperate, it’s sad, it’s pathetic, I just need you to look at me. Look at me please and... Continue Reading →

You choose

amor o miedo de estar solo? These words engrave every word my lips utter these days. 'Amor o miedo de estar solo? Love or fear of being alone?" No holy water can cleanse my mouth of the life I purport to be true when it's only fallacious. No words can tempt to answer this question... Continue Reading →

Winter is coming

The moments money cannot buy. laying skin to skin, with nothing to hide. Watching the flames of the chimney in content silence. It's winter the moments money cannot purchase.

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