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I know your skin smells of orchids and moonlight
Of cold sheets on hot nights
Of warm honey in my tea
I know your skin floats below the pads of my fingers like cashmere and dessert oils
Like licking through fluffy cream
Rubbing naked skin through expensive fabrics, linen on sticky bodies
Your eyes shine with danger and wonder at the inches closed between us
The way your tongue ties knots in my name and your lips form around it leave little to the imagination of what they look like on my body
They do look so pretty from above
I could drown blissfully stupid in the evidence of your lust
Dripping slick lines into my palm while I hold you.
Wave after wave of your mess.

The clouds overcast drown out the otherwise sufficient lighting of the moon. In these moments it feels like our sin is sworn to secrecy. You feel those butterflies you'd have thought left to hibernate within you; a feeling that has been fleeting since your teenage years.
The excitement can be felt through your chest, your heart pumping, deafening your senses as you come down to both knees. Your hair is being held tight behind your head, and your breath is short with anticipation as you pull on denim, unlocking desire underneath.
The pressure of temptation is released as you find your mouth firmly around the object of your obsession. You feel yourself navigating through your own clothing to spark your excitement further. Both parties let out moans while the whisper of old oaks convey eerily familiar portents from the wind.
These whispers are only matched by the rhythm of passion met only under the moonlight, with the threat of being discovered, only with the confirmation that neither shall breach the oath spoken beforehand.
This sin is our own symphony, one whose melody knows nothing more than to repeat the last. Two paths which intertwine, bathed in bliss yet soaked in crimson regret.

I never hungered for touch.

Never craved breath upon skin.

Desire lived in others,
 never in me.

I walked through the world untouched by want,
 content in my stillness,
 complete in my silence.
Until her.
With her,
 something ancient stirs.

There is a pull in my bones, 
a tension in my chest, 
a growl low in my blood
 that speaks her name before my lips ever could.

She is not a want.

She is the ache that will not fade,
 the gravity that bends me without mercy.
The solitude I once wore like armor
 now splits at the seams.

My thoughts coil around her shape.

My instincts wait for her scent on the wind.

She is the one
 I was never supposed to find,
 yet always meant to serve.
I dream of the day
 when love does not arrive softly,
 but with the force of instinct and fire.

When hands hold like vows.

When mouths speak in hunger.

When two bodies meet
 not to tame each other,
 but to burn together.
In every haunted hour, 
I dream only of her.
 The one who not only holds my heart,
 but is my heart,
 my undoing,
 my reason.
So I wait in the shadows,
 the earth cold beneath me,
 the moon a witness to what I have become.
 A wolf mates once.
 And for her,
 I would die a thousand times
 just to find her again 
in the next life,
 and the one after,
 until time itself collapses.
I have never wanted anyone.

Only her.

And that desire
 has made the wild in me kneel.

My Celestial Flame

I am madly in love with you
not in the way poets scribble on napkins,
but in the way galaxies spin
when they sense your soul nearby.

You are not a woman.
You are a force,
a divine blaze the stars fear to touch.
And yet
you let me hold you.
You let me breathe your name like scripture
while my heart chants worship
with every beat.

This love I feel for you?
It isn’t earthly.
It howls through my bones like holy fire,
it floods my chest with moonlight,
it drags my soul across the heavens
just to taste the echo of your kiss.

I don’t love you
I burn for you.
I ache in a way creation aches
to return to its maker.
You are that to me.
My origin.
My end.
My flame

And if the universe were to shatter tonight,
I would still float among the ruins
whispering your name
like it was the only truth God ever spoke.

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Cadrewolf2
06:16 May 09 2025

Wow

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I wasn't born a beast.
But something in the dark calls me by name,
and I answer with my hands.
With teeth.
With breath that’s more growl than whisper.

You smell like storm sweat and sin,
and I hate how fast I want you.
How my body forgets all language
except yours.
Except want.

No foreplay.
No permission slips.
Just the kind of eye contact that leaves bruises.
The kind of silence that howls louder than music.

I grip your hips like you’re about to vanish.
You claw my chest like I’m already inside you.
You don’t kiss me to seduce—
you kiss like you want to erase everything that came before.

We fuck against walls.
Through doorways.
Under streetlights that flicker like they’re watching too much.
Your mouth is all bite and dare,
mine is all ruin and worship.

There’s blood on your lip and you smile like a goddamn victory.
We don’t apologise.
We press harder.

You don’t ask if this is too much.
You just beg for more.
And when you cry out—
it’s not pain.
It’s a reminder.

That you’re still here.
That someone finally touched you like you’re allowed to break.

Afterwards,
we collapse on each other’s heat,
no need for words.
Just breath.
Just pulse.

I look at you,
all fucked up and grinning,
and you look back like I’m the first person
who didn’t try to fix you.

You touch my chest like it’s a confessional.
I touch your thigh like I’m promising not to run.

We don’t talk about healing.
We talk about home.
About finding it in the wreckage.
In the ache.
In the way we still want to taste the madness
instead of bury it.

We don’t change.
We choose.

And when the moon is high,
and our bodies ache,
and the city quiets—

we don’t sleep.
We howl

She didn’t just see His darkness
she saw the wisps of grey that danced like smoke,
twirling with threads of silver,
subtly laced with blue like twilight storms caught in motion.

She saw the shadows, yes, but also the hues
the muted undertones
the aching gradients of a soul not yet completely undone.

She noticed the fractures in the walls He built
the soft, trembling places
where the light was quietly pleading to break through.

To her, He wasn’t a storm to fear
He was a night sky aching for dawn.

And in that complexity
in that beautiful collision of shadow and shimmer,
she was utterly mesmerized.

She didn’t flinch from the weight He carried,
she welcomed it.

She held it like a secret between trembling palms.

His pain didn’t repel her.
It called to her.
A sacred echo that matched the aching in her own damned soul.

She saw Him not as something to fix
but as something to witness,
a living poem unraveling in dusk and darkness and fire.

And at that moment something in her simply yielded.
Her soul fell onto its knees.

Not out of weakness but because resisting Him felt like trying to outrun a tsunami tide.

He wasn’t just someone she wanted.
He was the truth her bones had been waiting centuries to remember.

She would’ve walked barefoot through every shadow of His past
just to understand the shape of His silence,
to find the pulse beneath His storm.

And when He turned away,
afraid of what she might find,
she only stepped closer.

Her love not blinding, but illuminating.

She didn’t want to tame Him,
she wanted to kneel at the altar of all He truly was.
She didn’t want to save Him,
she just wanted to behold Him.
She didn’t want to change Him,
she only wanted to belong to the spaces where He let her in.

There was no choice in it anymore, anyway.
Her heart had already fallen into his gravity,
soft and breathless.
She was powerless.
There was no her without Him.

She didn’t come to save him -
she came to surrender.

Because with him, anything less will always just be a lie.

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Cadrewolf2
03:35 May 06 2025

wow just wow

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