Bicoastal Musings and other Shenanigans

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Ruin me.
The parts of me that have built walls against desire and love.
Wear down my edges until I am shapeless,
soft clay in your hands,
sculpted by your fingertips,
breath by breath, word by word.

Unravel me slowly, like thread pulled from a seam,
exposing all the frayed, fragile places within,
the ones I kept hidden, guarded,
until you came to dismantle my walls,
brick by brick, kiss by kiss.

Yes, tear me down,
until all that remains is this raw ache,
this hunger only you can soothe,
only you can deepen.

For this is how we were meant to be—
to love with reckless abandon,
to lose ourselves entirely. Then build with another, two souls intertwined, entangled,
each breath a promise, each touch a surrender.

Maybe this is what it means to love,
to stand before each other, vulnerable and bare,
saying, Yes, take me. Break me.

I want you to ruin me,
to come like a storm, wild and unyielding,
tearing down every guarded part of me,
until all that remains is raw and open,
ready for the a rising only you can bring.

Let’s be shattered by sensual souls showing what lay behind the barriers,
each touch a sweet destruction,
each kiss a deeper fall,
tangled in sheets and shadows,
where words lose their way,
and only breath and skin remain.

I want to be lost in you,
taken apart slowly, piece by piece,
until there’s no before, no after—
only this trembling now,
only this fevered moment
that stretches on and on.

For isn’t that what love is meant to do?
To strip us down,
to make us whole by making us undone,
until all we know, all we feel,
is this beautiful ruin.

So take me—ruin me.
Let desire dismantle us,
until we are left trembling,
lost, consumed,
a beautiful wreckage of love.

~ Larson Langston
 
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Ruin me.
The parts of me that have built walls against desire and love.
Wear down my edges until I am shapeless,
soft clay in your hands,
sculpted by your fingertips,
breath by breath, word by word.

Unravel me slowly, like thread pulled from a seam,
exposing all the frayed, fragile places within,
the ones I kept hidden, guarded,
until you came to dismantle my walls,
brick by brick, kiss by kiss.

Yes, tear me down,
until all that remains is this raw ache,
this hunger only you can soothe,
only you can deepen.

For this is how we were meant to be—
to love with reckless abandon,
to lose ourselves entirely. Then build with another, two souls intertwined, entangled,
each breath a promise, each touch a surrender.

Maybe this is what it means to love,
to stand before each other, vulnerable and bare,
saying, Yes, take me. Break me.

I want you to ruin me,
to come like a storm, wild and unyielding,
tearing down every guarded part of me,
until all that remains is raw and open,
ready for the a rising only you can bring.

Let’s be shattered by sensual souls showing what lay behind the barriers,
each touch a sweet destruction,
each kiss a deeper fall,
tangled in sheets and shadows,
where words lose their way,
and only breath and skin remain.

I want to be lost in you,
taken apart slowly, piece by piece,
until there’s no before, no after—
only this trembling now,
only this fevered moment
that stretches on and on.

For isn’t that what love is meant to do?
To strip us down,
to make us whole by making us undone,
until all we know, all we feel,
is this beautiful ruin.

So take me—ruin me.
Let desire dismantle us,
until we are left trembling,
lost, consumed,
a beautiful wreckage of love.

~ Larson Langston
That’s breathtaking
 
Kiss me sweet
Playful in your touches
Grab my clothes up and off
Exposing me to your mouth
Our scent mingling
The joy of the season
Soon tumbling to the couch
My skin kissed by twinkling lights
Unwrap me
Reveal me
Expose me
Bind me to your need
Twist me around your desires
Turn me inside out
Sweet girl become filthy
Reveling in submission
Revealed in your control
Unwrap me to new cravings
Expose my hidden needs
Bound to your control
No better gift this Christmas
Wrapped in that red thread
Pulled so taut 'round my heart
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Write me love notes
and poems
Tell me stories
and whisper your naughty dreams
You have marked my soul, darling
Cover my skin with your words
Claim me in every way
Confess every twisted desire
inking my back and breasts and thighs
This will be the script of my submission

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