Journal Entries
Where emotion meets intellect, and everyday moments are filtered through a deeply sensual lens. These entries are raw reflections, personal, erotic, and sapiosexual by nature, capturing the intimate pulse of thought, touch, and feeling as sacred experience.
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Chattanooga summer wraps around you like a lover, inviting rituals and reckless abandon. The air buzzes with creativity as memories and sensual energy intertwine. Amidst warmth and whispers, fleeting connections spark, urging the heart to either risk vulnerability or bask in reflection, and the choice defines the magic of this slow, honeyed season.
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There’s a kind of ache that only comes after exposure. After you strip yourself bare; not for pleasure, but for honesty.
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At a candlelit masquerade, we pretended to be strangers. One touch unraveled us. until we discovered we were not alone. Someone had been watching.
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I’m not afraid of your hands on my body; I’m afraid of how easily I’d give you my soul, if you asked for it the right way.
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He was utterly unaware of the kind of spell his body was casting.
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I’m drawn to the kinds of people who undress me with metaphors. Who say things like, “What if time is just the way our souls breathe?”
The Osmosis of Flesh 