Dear Sexual Me,
My sexual appetite is fierce, a hunger that lingers close,
never far, never quiet.
A fire I’ve carried for years, and somehow, with time,
it doesn’t fade it deepens, sharpens,
learns my name.
The older I get the more it consumes me,
not recklessly,
but knowingly.
Like two selves sharing one body: one composed, contained…
the other aching to be undone.
My partner’s flame barely flickers, leaving me to tend to my own heat
fingertips becoming language,
learning every curve like memory.
From showers to kitchen counters, from walls that echo silence
to spaces that hold my breath,
I explore what I’m denied
giving myself pieces of a moment, never the full story.
My bullet hums like a secret,
pulling tremors from deep within, stacking release on release,
yet still, it’s not enough.
Because sometimes I crave more than vibration—
more than controlled pleasure.
I want presence.
Weight.
Energy that meets mine without hesitation.
I want to feel wanted not just touched.
My appetite is intense, not just physical
intentional.
I don’t want rushed hands or empty rhythm,
I want attention that lingers,
that studies,
that listens to every reaction like it matters.
Tease me.
Take your time.
Let anticipation stretch until it begs.
Mentally,
that’s where it begins.
Before touch, before skin, before anything physical,
there’s the mind.
Play there first.
Build me there. Let desire grow so loud
it echoes through my body
before anything even happens.
Because sometimes,
just the thought—
just the tension—
is enough to unravel me.
My appetite craves a connection
I don’t always receive.
So I redirect it into motion, into discipline.
The gym becomes release,
each rep a quiet scream, each drop of sweat
a substitute for what I’m missing.
And when my body quiets, my pen speaks.
Because what I don’t express aloud,
what I don’t receive in touch, I translate into ink,
where my desires are free,
unjudged,
unanswered…
but never denied.
Dear Sexual Me,
I hear you.
I feel you.
And one day—
you won’t have to settle for echoes.
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Naomie Thomas
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Dear Sexual Me,
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