ABRA // CAD // ABRA
(a spell to be ruined)
i
whimpered
your
name
with the blood still warm
on my bitten lip.
you
heard
me
and smiled.
—
a is for
the arch of my back when you say dirty slut.
b is for
the bite you promised, but haven’t given –
yet.
r is for
the rope. not tight enough. never tight enough.
a again – because I beg in circles, not lines.
—
cadence of command,
you spoke “abracadabra”
and i
collapsed like silk.
a marionette of want.
a body of yes.
—
c is for
collar – cold and holy.
a is for
asking: may i ache for you more?
d is for
discipline. not punishment.
devotion.
—
language undone,
you touched me
and i turned
to thread.
each moan, a stitch.
each mark, a verse.
and you
the poet who writes
with pain,
and reads me only
when i tremble.
—
a is for
aftercare, even if I say I don’t need it. (i do.)
b is for
bruises: your signature I wear like silk.
r is for
ruin me.
not in theory –
in practice.
a is for
again.
and again.
and again until I’m nothing but a whisper
of your will.
—
abracadabra.
make me disappear
between your knees,
inside your fist,
behind your voice.
unmake me.
remake me.
break me
until i shine.
—
because your magic
was never sleight of hand –
it was cruelty made tender,
and me?
your willing canvas,
your writhing hymn,
your knife’s kiss
wrapped in moans.
—
cut me open,
and read what i wrote:
i love it best
when it hurts.
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Great song
Great write
So many amazing lines
Fav
unmake me
remake me
break me
until i shine
YOU always shine in my eyes
BIG LIKE
KX AWARD
Your words wrapped around me like silk and steel – soft praise with just enough edge to leave a mark.
I felt that “YOU always shine in my eyes”…
Careful. Say things like that too often, and I might just let you be the one to break me – slowly, beautifully – until I glow just for you.
BIG tease.
BIG smile.
BIG curiosity now about how you’d like to remake me…
💋
Remaking you would be a visceral wonderland …
Stay close
Don’t waver
I’m coming for you …
Passionately penned, Kristina. A clever write, with a touch of kink my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Damian… you always know how to make a girl blush just beneath the surface.
A touch of kink, you say? Just enough to pique your curiosity… or leave you wanting more?
But trust me there is a hella lot of kink in me, too much for most people to handle… haha
I appreciate you for always catching the quiet heat tucked between my lines.
Kisses in ink… 💋
So good to see this and you! I agree with PS, those lines stood out for me as well.
There’s nothing like being rebuilt after being destroyed.
Ahh, you definitely get it.
There’s something unspeakably powerful about being taken apart… only to be rebuilt again, piece by trembling piece, more radiant (or darker) than before.
It’s so good to see you, too.
Kindred souls always seem to find each other in the smoke and ashes… and maybe, just maybe, we’re the ones who know how to rebuild with a little more fire in our touch.
Thank you for feeling this with me.
Let’s keep shining through the ruin, yeah?
🔥💋
Yes, most definitely, girl
Too many ropes, and leashes
But no bra..
A poem that reads like too many hands touching, feeling your body at once!
Mmm… you felt that, didn’t you?
The absence of a bra is never about clothing-
it’s about access.
About letting the words grope and graze,
like hands that don’t ask permission – just take.
Thank you for reading so close…
I do love when someone touches with their mind.
Lovely, pure seduction cascading down the page, hanging on to every word, wanting and waiting for more.
Great stuff Kristina.
Careful, charmer – words like that make my ink run hotter.
If you’re already breathless, you’d better keep a fan handy; I’m only on the first pour. Stay close… the next line might steal more than just your breath. 💋 It’s always so great to hear from you Wally and I am so sorry for the late reply…
This is scintillatingly sensually alive that grabs me where the sun don’t shine and holds me there as I writhe under your spell. Truly you put the iron to the fire here my friend. And I am seduced by you.
John
Oh John… if my words have you writhing, imagine what I could do if I truly meant to seduce you. 🔥 I’d keep you right there in that heat… until you beg to burn.