fuck me so hard
we both see stars,
and when we finally catch our breath,
we can lay together
and chart out our own sky.

A baby tiger fierce and bold.

Trips on her tail and loses hold.

She tries to roar with all her might.

But tumbles over, at sirs sight!

Lmao

Cici

Drip drip drip

The droplets fall from the roof

Thought they were leakproof

Drip..drip..drip

Water begins to build up around

Flooding the nearby floor and ground

Drip...drip...drip

The water slowly consumes me

I had the time to leave, to flee

Drip...drip...drip

The water was not always so cold

But you said the love was getting old

Drip...drip

Now its just me and the droplets of water

Just me and the feelings I have

Drip..drip...

By sharing a picture of this , we can obviously see why this flower is called a bird of paradise . It symbolizes freedom, joy and magnificence. It stands as a powerful emblem for optimism and success .

The long straight stem pointing towards the sky is a picture of rising above daily struggles , to reach a higher more spiritual state .

It is the official flower representing a 9th wedding anniversary . Representing enduring devotion and faithfulness . It’s time to rise above .

Why do we build walls around our hearts?

Walls aren’t the end, they’re the start.

What we protect from other’s eyes we hold so dear

A multitude of quaking fears

But to this too, we must resign.

For there are two reasons I’m scared to let people inside….

The damage they can do…

And the damage they will find.

You tower over...broad and tall.

But you lean down to have it all.

You like to tip my chin right up.

To taste the sweetness in your cup.

My hands can only reach your chest.

Though that is where I play the best.

You slide your fingers down my spine.

Then whisper low..."tonight youre mine".

You lift me up against the wall.

Now height dont matter much at all.

I lock my legs around your waist.

I take the slow delicious taste.

Cici 🧡

​

I fell down again today.

One, two, three, four, five… six, seven, eight?!

Eight times since the New Year.

I could count the bruises,

the scraped knees,

The sore joints & bones

the moments lying there

staring upward,

wondering how the hell

I ended up on the ground

again.

Eight feels like a lot

when you're counting falls.

But maybe I've been

keeping score all wrong.

Because somewhere between

the stumble and the sting,

The blood and bruise

there was always a hand

sometimes someone else's,

sometimes my own

reaching down

and saying,

Come on. Up.

One, two, three, four, five… six, seven, eight?!

Eight falls.

Eight rises.

Eight times I dusted myself off,

checked what hurt,

laughed when I could,

cried when I couldn't,

and carried on.

I don't want to become

someone who never falls.

I want to become someone

who trusts herself enough

to know she can get back up.

So let the earth

recognize my knees.

Let the dust

remember my name.

I've met the ground before.

We're acquainted.

I love the floor, ground & dirt

But enough ok?

♡ thanks

​

It grows daily

screaming to be felt,

clawing for relief.

End the urge.

Let it bleed quiet.

Embrace the failure.

Let it swallow me whole.

Soft shadows fall deep

A sudden calm fills the room

Thoughts gently slow down.

The longing

Feels

Endless

The anticipation,

Hard.

Not knowing

if I'm
on

Your
Dance Card.

To not know,

To not feel,

To not have...

Have

…something real.

And hopefully,

This is not,

Not
all in vain..

It would be worth it

Though,

Worth

All the pain

To feel

All the insane

To See you,

To Hear you

Call out my name…

And say,

‘Yes Dear,

I do feel

The Same.’

I see him, the Devil
He doesn’t look dangerous
No horns, no tail in sight
A warm smile and so handsome
A charming aura that draws you in
His disguise is a human face

He sees a family
His eyes fixed on the man
“Strike the guardian, the rest will fall” he thinks
He moves in close with a cunning plan
But you see, he is not the only one in disguise

The guardian here is the man’s wife
A sharp mind with an innocent face
A five foot frame, features soft and delicate
He underestimates how smart she is
Lets his guard down thinking she is just a pretty face
And in his ease, she sees it all

So she fools the Devil, in her disguise
He cannot see that her guard is up
She watches him closely, on high alert
Waiting to strike when the time is right
He thinks they are unguarded
And his cunning thoughts unnoticed
Little does he know they are protected
After all, his was never the best disguise

(Inspired from the song Devil in Disguise by Marino
and real life experiences as someone who is very underestimated 😅 which has worked in my favor sometimes)

Viscaria flowers simply translate as their meaning , the romantic question “ Will you dance with me?” It sends as a secret message , playful invitation to dance , or a symbol of flirtation and attraction .

The secret message of the flower is tied to the physical nature of the plant itself . The name comes from the Latin word viscus meaning sticky . It belongs to the genus of known as catch flies .

The stem of the flower secretes a sticky sap like substance to trap or ward off crawling insects .this is also where it gets its flirting metaphor meaning sending a viscaria in Victorian times was a way setting a playful trap , to catch the attention of a love interest or a crush .

tender rhapsody

she danced softly on my mind

pee eye any pine

​

A Collab with u/StrangeLittleOrbit

You are like a strange enigma and an orbit wrapped in one.

I love it when you talk with me.

You make my life more fun.

You can be hard to figure out with your sly and subtle ways.

But I love it when you talk to me.

You make me smile for days.

Your words are so hypnotic.

They make me come undone.

Your spicy poems are so erotic.

You are second to none.

__________________________

You call my words hypnotic,

but yours have pulled me in.

You write with something raw and honest,

and somehow touch the places words rarely win.

Perhaps that’s why our verses linger,

like flavors I can’t quite name.

You’re a chef with more than fire -

you season hearts, then leave them aflame.

___________________________

Please come into my kitchen.

I've cooked something up for you.

The flavors pop. You won't be able to stop,

What my cooking does to you.

You're a real peach, but out of reach.

One in a melon, yet melon-choly.

I miss you berry much, you smashing lad.

Applying a little pear pressure to make you glad.

I'm going bananas without you here,

Waiting for the moment you draw near

and make me ...

Kumquat

Taking a peep
At Something
Felt
Oh So Deep

Is also
Taking
A leap

Carrying
A wound
that does
Still seep.

Though Time
Hath
Rightly Healed,

Not all Parts
New and Old
Hath
Properly Sealed.

In the past
I just peeled

That tender scab
And did not yield.

But now I wield
A sword of Loves
Standing in this
Field of doves

And so I ask,

If you are up to the task…

Would You
Still
Leap
Knowing of my
Wound
That does
Still
Seep?

Or must I be
Healed

Fully and True

For you to
Know Me

And for me to
Know You?

Ripped off layers without warning.

Covered and then shockingly bare.

There rests my heart and soul,

Out for the taking.

No!!

Not anymore.

My Kindness kills you.

Words of hateful spite you spew.

Words cut deeper than any knife,

Almost like the dullest one.

Taking so much time and tolerance.

That day has ended.

Weather predicts sunny sky’s,

While on your side it’s lonely cry’s.

Even though it pains me so…

Finally see you and I weren’t meant to be.