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  • Wish some inspiration would come my way

    boo.

    • 17 hours ago
  • We match our passionate rhythm to our lovers lullaby

    Gentlemans hands traveling cherished peaks and valleys 

    that never fail to welcome him with tenderness

    Dancing tongues and whispered names,

    wanting bodies and yearning souls.

    -sf

    Source: secret-scribbles
    • 4 days ago
    • 2 notes
  • We All Can Seduce but You Don’t Have To Be A Liar

    I’ll do anything to keep artificially sweet words from seeping into my cracked skin. True motive to only rot my bones further. Deceit is your game and I no longer wish to play for I am always the one laying all my cards on the table.

    Source: secret-scribbles
    • 4 days ago
    • 2 notes
  • as sure as the rain cleanses the soul, awakening new life

    and the moon gives light to nighttide travelers

    my mind finds you at 3AM

    -sf

    Source: secret-scribbles
    • 4 days ago
    • 10 notes
  • Youve got on tapping shoes
    Cause youre addicted to the sound and you love to dance
    Now youre just walking around your empty head
    Click clack
    Click clack
    Echos traveling
    Bouncing off steel walls
    A migraine of the lonely
    Torturing yourself only
    -sf

    Source: secret-scribbles
    • 4 days ago
    • 2 notes
  • I will always do things like keep the a/c set low
    and leave the blankets in the wash
    so that you must use the warmth of your beautiful being
    to heat my freshly showered and chilled body.
    And when you are away
    I will refrain from self pleasure
    so I that I may enjoy pure pent up bliss
    at the touch of your hand.
    And on the days you are feeling
    a little less you,
    a little blue,
    I will hide sweet notes for you in odd places
    where I know you will find them.

    -sf

    Source: secret-scribbles
    • 4 days ago
    • 4 notes
  • I hear you knocking at my door

    All you know is my name

    Yet you slip love letters into the crack underneath that I never read

    My heart is afraid

    And I can only make logical connections

    -sf

    Source: secret-scribbles
    • 5 days ago
    • 1 notes
  • I don’t think I want to know how deep the water goes

    Maybe its beautiful in a dark way

    with rare true, treasures known to few

    but one wrong move

    and you’re gasping for air

    as you try to fight your way back up

    or holding on to the very thing that’s sucking the life out of you.

    -sf

    Source: secret-scribbles
    • 5 days ago
    • 2 notes
  • I want to rearrange the angles of your sorrow

    to make the echos less hollow

    I want to map you out

    explore your whole region of being

    And if I start

    I promise to finish every one of your streams

    and to catch the way the light falls

    on every rock, on every shore

    -sf

    Source: secret-scribbles
    • 5 days ago
    • 4 notes
  • Damaged Goods

    I’ve got a sore throat

    from the way you reached into me

    and tore my heart out

    from all those things that were so hard to say

    when I tried to keep you

    I am scared you ruined me.

    -sf

    Source: secret-scribbles
    • 1 week ago
    • 6 notes
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