Poetry: Butterfly Ice

Delicate and cold my heart is the butterfly made from ice.

Crystalline and refined my lines are sleek and entwined.
This frost is the blanket that keeps me warm inside.
Painful should your naked skin want to touch mine.



Fear makes my defenses hardened and restless.
Your tenderness calls to my wetness.
The colder I am, the harder I become.
Cold because that is how I am most beautiful.






Eloquent stance when I am alone,
Bold enough to stand for what makes me whole.
I find comfort when I am most frigid,
Thus apologize to no one when they are frost bitten.

~ Ivory











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Poetry: Come Between My Pages

Release my story, 

I am bound.

Hold me firm,

I won’t make a sound,

Taste from my literate,

Help me break these vowels.

Come between my pages,

Read each line out loud.

Find pleasure in this tale,

No matter the hour.

My plot is in your hands,

It is yours to devour.

Let your eyes speak to me,

As they plunder and scour

Patiently I wait,

Your logophilic flower.

~ Ebony 

O-Review

Exploration of Self

Whisper Orgasm

Smash and Dash: Car Sex Do's Don't's

Play-Write

Harmonica Orgasm

The Clown Princess of Sorrow

You

Bondage Around the House

Lie To Me

He said She said

Torturous Bliss 

Death of a Butterfly 

Cuming soon: Ice Butterfly