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@thelostp0et
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A poet with a soft smutty side. Sharing raw emotions through ink. fueled by coffee, whiskey, and questionable decisions. Poetic by choice!
Canada
Joined September 2023
Asking the audience as I’m working on a poetry series. Which would you like to see written about? The 5 senses or the 5 love languages?
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Why would we ever get out of bed here?
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More honest than I’ve ever let it be. And I let her stay because once you know what it feels like to have someone move through your thoughts like they belong there. You stop wanting your mind back the way it was before. -LP
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because they trust where she’s taking them. By the time I realize I’ve been kneeling inwardly for hours, it’s too late to pretend otherwise. This isn’t persuasion. This is recognition. She doesn’t conquer my mind. She gives it somewhere to rest. Somewhere sharper. Quieter.
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without ever saying focus. She turns my attention into an offering and my obedience into relief. I don’t feel taken over. I feel guided. And the intimacy of that. Being known without being touched. Being led without being pushed. Feeling my thoughts soften
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I tell myself I’m still in control. That’s the funniest part. Every time I circle back to my own mind, she’s already there sitting comfortably, like she’s been waiting for me to notice that I’ve been making space for her all along. She teaches me what to focus on
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I didn’t know were negotiable. This is how she seduces me by making my thoughts feel seen. She doesn’t push. She aligns. Takes the chaos I live with and gives it a direction. Suddenly my impulses have posture. My wanting has discipline. My resistance starts to feel, unnecessary
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Not like a storm like gravity. Like something rearranging the furniture in my head without asking permission and somehow making everything make more sense. I catch myself thinking for her before I realize I’m thinking about her. Anticipating. Adjusting. Offering my attention
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“Seduction of the Mind” It doesn’t start with touch. That’s how I know it’s dangerous. It starts with a thought that isn’t shaped like mine. A pause where there shouldn’t be one. A question I didn’t mean to ask but suddenly can’t stop answering. She enters quietly.
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Asking the audience as I’m working on a poetry series. Which would you like to see written about? The 5 senses or the 5 love languages?
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There is a difference between needs and wants like you need to worship her compared to want to worship her And yes she knows the difference in the approach!
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Good morning you ray of fucking sunshine. In case you forgot, we are glad you exist. You make the world a little brighter each fucking day. You matter and the world would stop spinning without your style and grace in it. So, chest up head straight and shine on 😏
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Why yes I am naked under these clothes why do you seem so shocked by it?!?
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More NGL at this right I’ll just have to open the DMs for all to slide into https://t.co/hNRENDz1KU
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NGL: Anonymous Q&A
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that sacred, deliberate positioning I understand this truth completely. Some power isn’t meant to be challenged. It’s meant to be honoured. And I do fully, fiercely, and without regret. -LP
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cuts deeper than force ever could. I worship with my stillness. With my willingness. With the quiet reverence of a man who has found the shape of his faith and stepped into it without flinching. Here, at her altar, I am not lost. I am placed. And in that placement
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Then the restless need to be anything other than exactly what she sees. Her divinity isn’t distant. It’s intimate. It looks like command softened by knowing, like strength that doesn’t fear being witnessed, like a goddess who understands that devotion given freely
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