04/30/2026
Consumption
This is exactly how I want you. With your arms above your head, completely surrendered, and your legs reaching toward the dark ceiling like a silent offering. I want to see your body silhouetted in the shadows, every curve caught by the moonlight as if the light itself is trying to touch you.
I want you like this—exposed and open, like a butterfly with its wings spread wide. I want to watch your chest rise and fall, moving to the rhythm of a breath you can’t even control anymore. In this moment, you are pure desire, skin glowing as if the moon decided to trace the lines of your waist and the curve of your hips, inviting me to lose myself in you.
I look at you and the world outside just stops. I want to take my time, moving slowly, burying my face between your thighs and tasting every inch of you while you hold my gaze. I want to feel your skin tremble under my touch, knowing that I’m not just here to hold you. I want to see you lose yourself as I devour you, driven by a hunger that only you can satisfy.
And then, I want to pin your wrists against the bed, holding you steady as I sink into you—deep, hard, and without hesitation. I want you to feel the pulse in my veins until the only sounds left are your gasps and your whispers. I want to feel you tighten around me, your legs tensing and your body reacting to every move I make.
I want you just like this: vulnerable, breathless, and completely mine.
In this darkness, there is no room for gentle words. I don’t want to just "make love" to you. I want to consume you. I want to take you until your body forgets everything but my name. I want to stay there until your strength gives out and you collapse into the sheets, exhausted and overwhelmed.
When it’s over, I want you to be nothing but a beautiful, trembling memory of what we just did—completely spent, completely wet, and completely mine.
Via Love and light