#qwoc poem

[ineja]

[ie-mysafespace]

rarely am i ever sexual in all honesty.

which worries me as someone who is constantly aching for love. not that love and sex can't exist outside of each other's rotations...

it's just hard to find, and I'm feeling on edge.

[devidoeswriting]

Every time I come here

I can guarantee two things

Without fail she gives me orgasms and heartbreak

My stomach tightening like I’m in trouble while her eyes swept over me

Taking in every piece of me, inch by inch

Going over me again with her hands, again with her tongue

Butterflies fighting to get out of my stomach

While her hands knead & massage my chest

Nipples spilling out of the black lace I’m wrapped in

I hear a deep moan while she pulls one of them between her teeth

She chuckles with my breast on her tongue

With my back to the inside of her front door

I realize I’m the one moaning

My anticipation dripping down my thighs

Even though last time was supposed to be the last time

Seeing stars as her fingers pressed into the small of my back

Again as they pressed inside of me

Blood on my tongue, sinking my teeth into her shoulder to muffle my screams

“Be careful,” she warns, her fingers stroking me from the inside

“You don’t want to get in trouble…”

My skin starts to prickle while I imagine what trouble could be….

I almost laugh, thinking that if I’m back here, I’m already in trouble

But then she’s sucking on my bottom lip, my tongue, my neck

I can hear that moaning again

I can’t form words while she pulls my orgasm out of me with two fingers

Curled just right

My knees betraying me

Her arms catching me

She’s laughing and I’m unintelligible while she keeps going

In and out

Back and forth

“Shhhhh baby…” she whispers

“Just let me play with you…”

She’s very good at playing (with) me

Eventually we’re on the carpet

Friction on my naked back

Her strap still under her jeans

Digging into the wet lace stuck between my legs while I wrap them around her waist

I’m fingering the greys in her hair

While her fingers trace my thighs

I’m wondering how things would be different

If we had the same wisdom

And she’s pressing down into me

Wondering what I’m thinking

I’m undoing her pants

Desperately pulling her into me

She’s moving so slowly and all I can say is

“Please… please…” over and over

“Please what?”

“Please faster, harder…” she makes me settle for deeper

It’s symbolic of our relationship

She wants to know more, probing deeper

I want her to commit to me more, love me harder

And it’s torture…

But right now it feels so good as she releases me

Again

And again

And again

I’m loosing count of how many times I’ve screamed for her tonight

Like I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve argued

And all of the ways we hurt each other

Knees on either side of my head while she lowers herself down onto me

She is so sweet on my tongue

Her excitement dripping

Literally dripping

Into my mouth

She denies it, but I know she likes when it hurts

Just a little

Physically and emotionally

And somehow I am able to do both

In fact we’re really good at hurting each other like that

After her third orgasm I’m sucking on the lips between her thighs

Then I’m biting

Sucking

Biting

She’s getting louder as she says my name

Over and over

I wonder if anyone else can hear her

While she cums again and again

She is stunning, especially now

Swearing, moaning, writhing above me while I palm her chest

My skin light against hers

My nails pulling her nipples

Then raking down her back

“You are so beautiful,” she says, looking down at me

I try not think about how embarrassed she would be to be caught with me

We’re resting, laying skin to skin

Smoke floating from joints to our lungs and into the air

Her chest salty under my tongue

Stimulating the situation

“You’re so bad…” she moans

I wonder if I’ll come again before I go home

Now completely naked on top of her

Except for a thin blanket she draped over us

Her fingers answer that question

Kneading at ass, pulling at my hips

She hands me her smoke

My head spinning

I’m on my back

Getting higher and higher

While her hands slip under me

Then smooth over my back

Going down, spreading me open

I like to feel full and she knows this

And while there are ways I feel almost empty

One way she distracts me from this is with two fingers

Entering me two different ways

While she tries to ignore how guilty she feels for not satisfying me completely

As neglected as I am romantically

Sexually I am provided for

In these moments I never ask what she’s thinking

And when she asks what’s on my mind, I’m not honest

In reality

We’re both thinking about the things we fight about

I make her feel like she can’t give me enough, she makes me feel like I’m not good enough to choose

There’s some truth and some drama to both points

Because really it’s more complicated than that

This is why I don’t leave

I think, as she moans in my ear

“You belong to me…”

And I do in a way

A way that doesn’t really suit either of us

I’m thinking too much

Grateful that she starts to go faster

Her other hand wrapped around my throat

Blocking any thoughts from my heart to my head

Her mouth on my ear

Reminding me why I come back over and over

Because it feels so good

She makes me feel so good

While she says I’m hers

I wish it was her girl

While after almost a year of sneaking around

I feel more like her experiment

Something she tries but doesn’t commit to

A new hobby… one she is naturally very good at

I know we’re done when she starts talking about being gay

I know she loves me, but she also hates being queer

She denies it but I can tell by the way she sighs and apologizes to me

And the way she talks about being with a girl like it’s a fantasy

Something she trials but won’t sign on to

Which is hard to come to grips to while she’s skin to skin with me

“I love you, but I don’t claim you…”

And I feel sick

I fall asleep here often

Tuning out this part of our dates

Wide awake but thinking of anything other than what’s happening right now

Because the way she can’t settle with this part of herself obviously hurts her

But tonight all I can feel is how this hurts me too

I start to make little digs so she will let me go

When she apologizes for not committing to me, I remind her that it doesn’t have to be like this

And when she shoulders the blame, I hesitate, but I don’t disagree

We’re both quietly crying now, I can feel her tears on my chest while I run my hands along her beautiful, silky, dark skin

Holding each other but not speaking

She doesn’t know what to do with the tears rolling down my face

And I don’t know how much more of this I can take

I feel guilty for asking for more

But I feel ashamed for settling, too

I know it’s not me, it’s society

Because we’re West Indian

Because of our culture

Because of her faith

She tells me what we do goes against everything in her

And suddenly it hurts to breathe

I’m pulling my dress back on

She tells me that she’s going to be braver

Commit, really give this a shot

But I’m unconvinced

Mainly because I’ve heard this before

But also because orgasms usually make her nonsensical

“Stop making promises to me…”

“I’m sorry I make you so sad…”

“Me too.”

I don’t wake up until I’m back home

In the shower

Or in my own bed

I miss her hands

But feel lighter, almost freer

Released, I feel released

From her fear and confusion

Not in me, but in herself

For wanting women

Wanting me

Every time is the last time

In the way that it never really is

Because I tell her I can’t do it any more

And we both know I’ll be back

Every time I come here

I can guarantee two things

Without fail she gives me orgasms and heartbreak

- A quiet love

DC Banfield / Sept. 24. 2024

[sunflowersandgoldenhour]

I’m gay,

But I’ll play straight for pay,

Have a good day ✌🏾

I wrote a little poem for the guys in my DMs. Do you guys like it?!?!?

[meetmehalfgay]

23:38

It’s funny how my brains ears perk up at the

faint smell of dopamine wafting from the next room promising

endless kisses of energy burning

to keep me awake.

A new nightstand?How about an email.

How to make bed?

mean bed?

[ihaveasecretlesbocrushonyou]

Our isn’t unrequited after all

It’s the timing

Just the timing

Is it true universe?

Have you really allowed me to meet another person who brings so much good to my life?

She brings so much thought to my mind

She adds so much more joy to the world

But I must leave far away

soon

Before we can even scratch the surface of our love

[wlwaxsthetic]

I’ve been completely MIA, and I apologize for that. I’ll make a separate post explaining everything that’s been happening in life. Anyways, this is an absolutely beautiful poem

[sensualnoiree]

become stardust with me ✨ @sensualnoiree

[aliceingrains]

for a girl i never kissed

[inkbyaporia]

on some nights i want to turn to the world and say, “look at what you’ve done to me.” when i was a young girl, my mom told me i would speak to everyone i saw in the park— i was relentlessly friendly and always had a smile on my face. but the world does not expect this from women like me. it expects what happens to us, and i hate how often the world proves me wrong when i try to be hopeful.

there is nothing a dark alleyway can’t hold, no man that is guaranteed to not follow me home, no way to get home safe without clutching a knife and rubbing your abuelita’s quartz, praying that your ancestors will watch over you at least until you get back home. and i get back home but i avoid the mirrors. and i get back home but i choose my dinner based on people who will never perceive me, take a shower and keep my eye fixed on the tile in case i see something of myself the world does not expect of me, in case i see something i think is worth destroying.

who is watching me? what performance do i put on? when did i become so heartbreakingly aware that i was seen?

— when did i become so heartbreakingly aware that i was seen? (ap 2021)

[nocallerrid]

Titled: Empathy

[ineja]

[killbyburn]

I loved you

Whole hearted

Never half

Never quarter

I poured myself

All of myself

Until i had nothing left

Then U left

Leave me empty on "E"

How can I restart without thee?

How am I supposed to move on?

Turn the page?

How?

[jndwrites]

Prying

“I’m an open book,” he said

And I winced.

Convinced that this dude is probably an idiot

For many reasons but mainly that

Books aren’t naturally open.

Information is only as accessible as an institution will allow

(Shout outs to the college to emotional and financial failure pipeline)!

But tomes are not naturally propped open.

They must be cracked,

Peeled apart,

Your ruddy hands on covers,

flipping through from end to end.

Do not touch my pages.

[memmastera]

[fluent-in-body-language]

Disasters in Love

Her words fell in unexpected hurricanes The floods poured down her love's brown skin Wildfires raged in wide eyes An earthquake fashioned of confessions Yet, through disaster, they found fingertips They found knuckles, hands intertwining She found the other, found her black skin Found the earthy smell of her They found love