Sir Growly McGee

let my hands remove the dark clouds of your day let my shoulders bear the weight of your sky and let my voice drop you to your knees as you sigh

sit in silence soak it in feel the reveries ignite a fire in hands, evoke the wild of each moan a pulse, an authentic ache melting from sunset to moonlight— and back again the beauty in this sublimation she, set aside—his intent etched across his perfect little cornerstone

Somedays, He needs her in his lap wrapped in more than thoughts his arms & words—a force of strength a stillness in her breath commanded as fingers grip lips trail down curves

this insatiable desire to chase that which wants to be pursued, in the middle of the lovely, dark and deep woods

love her without bounds except those around her wrists

only wants His weight on her not the weight of the world

she spilled them one by one tumbling out some trembling in trepidation covering softness like a torn veil of sadness yet others unassuming seemingly casual some tersely formal staining her collarbone hollows as she swallows darkness with no hesitation slow, unsteady contagious

He will always keep her safe and protected— perfectly wrecked, ruined balanced and connected

maybe, she wants to be trouble maybe, He needs her to be trouble

it is the place that exists between collarbone and rib cage around the chamber doors of unspoken stilled skies beyond embers that burn wild in the kindling of darkened eyes it is delicate…striking…untamed. and I, I am imminent and I call it by name

just two beautifully fucked up people who found each other and make the choice every day…to stay

She is the aesthetic the narrative the reason The parametric that drives His smirk to widen as fingers enrapture her night Each button gives way to his will— measured, certain Bad intentions embrace black lace her pulse quickens her curves, claimed with mastery surrendered undone

keep her mouth occupied her heart loved without wonder and every need met with thoughts and hands that wander

surround her in safety and savagery #sixwordstory

she’s His cloudless sky a novella star, yet a timeless horizon— reaching for infinity’s edge…that feels so vast, yet so tightly woven in every direction of his day, embracing his darkness with an intimate reflection of elegance, curves and promise amongst shadows

stilled, quiet strength slow, intricate skilled movements buried in shadows #Haiku

to romanticize is to architect between the seen and that dreamed, an invisible juxtaposition of light and its absence—of unrealized worlds tethered by moonlight and endless ink

I just want to objectify you in the most sweet, savage and fucking delicious ways

the anticipation between the moment the tip of His pen hovers above the curiously resilient curves of her canvas and the instant he makes contact— leaves quite an impression

He is permanence He’s a shadow (carved) into her bones both storm & safety that surround with a darkness that clings to what it knows