SILENT NIGHTS

A little corner to write the unspeakable.

Touch

Envy approaches me, caresses me with tender fingers, holds me close in it's embrace, as it whispers to me my doubts;

It could have been me.

⠀⠀ - 2017



Lover

Over and over I hear it again, soft spoken words so close, as though they are my own. They surround me, hold me longingly, as if never wanting to let go.

And again I cannot escape the darkness
that loves so dearly.

⠀⠀ - 2017



Sugar Lips

With words so sweet falling from your lips, like they are coated in sugar,
you lured me in, with alluring smiles and your eyes held something so vulgar.

⠀⠀ - 2018



Potion d'Amour

Youth like excitement clouded your eyes as you gazed at me with that seductive smile.
Intoxicated by you, than any drink, I gave in to have you as mine.

⠀⠀ - 2018



One

With a voice so lewd it should be forbidden,
you screamed my name as we became one;

Nothing of us
hidden.


⠀⠀ - 2018



Aphrodite

(I beg you, look away!)

For we have tainted what was once thought of as dear,

(Please, oh please, do not look!)

For we have sought a tender touch to soothe our bleeding hearts,

(My goddess! Oh please, listen to me!)

For we have sinned and forgotten the true meaning of what it meant to be

In love

⠀⠀ - April 2019



Spring

Delicate petals framed her face, cheeks dusted in the hues of a gentle rose.
Embraced by the facade of the sacred, she spoke holes into my heart and brought sorrow to my soul.

⠀⠀ - June 2019



Love Unbidden

O, fair temptress! Wherefore must thou bewilder me? Thy gentle smiles upon crimson petals endue mine heart with nothing, but catastrophe. For 'tis thee who fills mine mind and crafts mine pain, and 'tis I who can not see thee, fore’er th’ same. Fantasies o’ th’ unspeakable plague mine mind, whisper to me their naughty thoughts, to steal thee, who is one of a kind. Night for night, I dream of binding thine hands, keeping thee captive in a place known only to me; until 't all ends.

⠀⠀ - November 2019

A.

EST. 1998

A writer, a father — an utter fool.

Hello!
I’m not an actual dad—I only father a pretty feline that adores scratching up my arms. So, a certified cat dad, if you will. I currently reside in Europe (have for my entire life) and am fairly knowledgeable in design and the arts. Writing is another thing that I do for fun, mainly to indulge my lust for 2D men, or feel nostalgic about things that have yet to happen—ha!

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