I don't want to make money I want to make a difference ...as riches will not extend my life but bringing richness to another just might extend their happiness 🦊

Good morning, Insatiables—day 446🌲🍁 Wednesdays are long days, so we’ll see you on the other side… Have a Foxtastic day, everyone!🫶🏼🦊🧁

legs threaten to give way yet saved as you steady yourself with a step I slowly walk across the quiet reclaimed to grab your hand with a tender kiss tasting moondrops of temptation from your covered fingertips @Amatoryq #Amatory 6/6

your pace increasing with abandon ever closer to a commuted sentence releasing the day's frustrations in a violently orchestrated piece there it is, the familiar shudder a stifled groan as you come undone 5/6

yearning for such perfected attentions I see your hips shift as you find the angle even in the dark, I know your face hopeful in prayer to an ancient goddess for just this moment a sacred space now I hear the wetness with a moan 4/6

I know how you like to be watched and I've seen this script in colors as your hand lifts up your skirt sliding along your thigh toward the apex first one finger then two beneath satin to find the heat of soft swelling 3/6

first one... then the other in turns when you think nobody sees but the dark watching from my corner in silence my heart in rhythm of light with yours picks up its pace with your exploration writing new secrets in an open room 2/6

before darkness you stood facing the sculpture the room black save the spotlight reflecting off of the ivory skin your breath catching with intention I watch your hand become bold tracing along the slope of your breasts 1/6

Okay… I came back and finished what I didn’t have time for this morning… Building the shelf… 🫶🏼

Yes, it is a great day for it!

When I opened the door, a hooded figure stood beyond. For a moment, I felt the fire within me #clash against the bounds from which I almost never released it, and my eyes widened. Torn between shock and fear, I grabbed Dianna's hand and rushed from Ms. Hastings' office. #vss365

The gargoyle, Ramus, Riddle Master of Blackwulf Castle, was in a #clash with a pigeon when Lady Gwyneth arrived. Sorry to interrupt, but I need help finding a missing crystal pendulum, she called out. Ramus sent the pigeon flying into the next century. #vsstimetravel #vss365

#vss365 We meet in a liminal space I call family— a threshold where love is often misunderstood. My thoughts demand voice yet betray me as they leave my lips. Lost in babel, they escape definition, to #clash with intent. Your ears open as your heart does not— you accept these

I would ride the wave of time till it #clashed with this shore I would walk into this town jumping decades or more Met people when they were young Again, when they got old Why come back When young, they said Why not? Why stay back Once old, they said Don't fucking know #vss365

Young man trying to convince me to sign up for his $12/month cause disappointed that I said "no" and inquired why, as it didn't seem that much to him. 🦊: Well, my insurance went up $3,000 out of pocket for premiums this year, so "no", you get nothing. And it's my money, dude.

the game moves forward one piece, having read the board and glimpsed the hand behind the play, drifts softly from the pattern’s edge

full moon seeds of memory of nights we once held jagged edges filled with rage promises unkept beds unmade will they won't they the story is untold will silk fall to the floor or will the door shut evermore

I am the pyromaniac you are the fountain conjured to quench my thirst my flames licking to sip from perfect liquid silence calming the crashing canes who swish through the air unforgiving in their giving as stripes tempt the dare #BdsmTales @BdsmTales

#BedroomEyesPrompt #fairytalepoets #kaytpoemprompts #BraveWrite #vssmystery #OurPoetryX #UnchainedSymphonies #3wordspoet

would you still love me blinded but giving sight a monster in regalia a barracuda born timeless gaunt under a biting wind seeking the tempestuous in this season where crisp means flames… and perdition’s games

the moon clashes with sunrise the scent of tobacco permeating fields corn waiting for harvest acorns on the ground a squirrel foraging for winter #clash #vss365