Love
“Some connections aren’t loud—they linger.”
After the Shades Close - Explicit
FaceTime ain’t been the same
since we had FaceTime.
“Desire speaks loudest when the world goes quiet.”
Put your pussy on my face.
Let me close the shades.
FaceTime ain’t been the same
since we had FaceTime.
Tongue on your fruit—
and I ain’t talking
no bitten apples.
Hold your waist up
like a broken dinner table—
c’mon, what you doing?
Why you moving?
I’m just saying.
You be playing.
Let me put my face in?
Intentional Movement
A reflection on presence, intention, and the unspoken language of movement—where posture, rhythm, and restraint speak louder than performance.
“Presence is louder than performance.”
I’m on your body
because you move different.
Not just independent—
intentional.
Every step has purpose.
Every pause says something.
I’ve studied presence.
I recognize form, posture, rhythm—
the language before words.
You don’t perform.
You align.
Bed Light
Night doesn’t rush answers.
It lowers the volume.
This is about what stays awake
when the world goes dim—
and what finally gets heard.
I move in and out.
They move in.
Then they move out.
My bed light is the moon now.
From a horizontal vantage point,
I watch the sun escort the day
out of the sky—
applause fading behind it.
The co-star is on its way.
The moon becomes my bed light
when the room is darker inside.
I put the North Star aside.
A shooting star survives
above the level of disguise.
If you looked closely,
you’d see the spark in my eyes—
you’d know the moon is my bed light.
I’m a gemstone,
refreshed by what I’ve survived,
aligned just in time.
Light on my skin—obsidian,
maybe onyx.
This is what I promised myself:
one day,
the moon would be my bed light.