Artist. Composer. Dancer. Writer. Model. Photographer. Massage Therapist. Personal Trainer. Happy little wanderer.
I value direct communication, emotional intelligence, curiosity, and intentional relationships.
I don't do small talk well. I'd rather discuss philosophy, art, desire, meaning, mistakes, dreams, or what keeps you awake at night.
Relationship anarchist. Twenty years in the lifestyle. Interested in long-term connection, negotiated dynamics, and building something uniquely ours.
Seeking someone capable of depth, honesty, patience, vulnerability, strength, and mutual devotion. Someone who has suffered deeply enough that they stopped pretending *** isn't real—but not so deeply, or in such a way, that they stopped letting other people in.
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The writing attached below is a glimpse into my inner landscape—not a checklist, but a map.
Does romance exist outside the limits of ink and paper?
I wonder...
I desire to be courted.
Devoured.
Slowly, patiently, intentionally.
I desire to be hunted.
Conquered.
Focused upon, consumed whole,
Bone, ***, & soul.
Your name written upon the marrow.
I wish to swoon, to fall, to wrap around your fingers, to inhale your breath as mine.
To be bound in your spellbind.
To pulse as one, our hearts in the throat,
the soles, the spine, the nose.
Letting loose…
I wish to unravel, to melt, to fold,
to be as Yours.
Two Lights spinning inside a tomb,
Resurrecting from the brutal cold.
I wish to be felt and known.
To fulfill rather than exist.
To be remembered well,
adored as every opposing role.
In resist,
I wish to lean on you, my comfort, my safety, my ending, my mending. Addicted to your scent, your descending, to your hand in mine, collecting.
Magnetized, affected, I wish to serve, unconditionally, without rejection, creating within perfected conditions between honest communication, retribution, crafting timeless beauty, redemption, one thought, one word, one action at a time.
I wish to be forgiven of every sin against our communion, our love unbroken.
No matter the poison, I wish to drink from your veins. From all you say, I wish to blend.
To bond above and below reason and rhyme, expanding in every direction, no darkness too dark to hold nor confide.
Embraced, exposed, holding on,
Shattering molds, faces cast off.
I wish to dance and collide as Twin Flames, ebbing and flowing, giving and taking, exchanging in symbiotic symphony.
Dying,
To feel your absence as a hole that never goes away. To love and lust beyond eternity.
To think about you every morning.
Every night. Every time I try then wish to die.
To uphold you in my sight.
To keep you close as I cry.
To feel you between my legs,
even when we are apart.
Your tongue snaking around my mind,
Reminded that I am owned,
needed, Home.
I wish to love you unto hate.
Hating everything you do without me.
Hating every moment we are torn astray,
left wanton, wanting.
Please….
i crave you in this conclaved chest,
concealed, awaiting your conquest,
to be opened with dedication,
hypnotized to the way you break me,
kissed,
into an awakening,
spread and sprawled beneath my King,
craving the way you vow to me,
in every scar ever carved,
with love and care.
Every bruise, every groove,
an impression of Truth,
expressing through every entangling root,
that I belong to You.
I wish to be a reflecting twin pair,
Catalysts that are unafraid to stare.
100 percent legal aged and willing to share ID proof.
