Psycore_Paranoia666
@fragmentedpain.bsky.social
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From October 7th to 11th, I will be at a retreat in Amsterdam. Psychedelic journeys and spiritual healing.
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Mind drifts through colors,
Amsterdam whispers softly,
Soul heals in still waves.
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#Edging Day 10
Who like to tease me
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#Edging Day 10
Who like to tease me
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You don't know how much I love beautiful women's hands.
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fragmentedpain.bsky.social
Who likes to tease me a little?
fragmentedpain.bsky.social
Who likes to tease me a little?
fragmentedpain.bsky.social
You don't know how much I love beautiful women's hands.
⛓️🌹⛓️
fragmentedpain.bsky.social
Day 9 without release just edging
fragmentedpain.bsky.social
The world dissolves no flesh, no bone
only pulse, only tone.
She becomes the river I drown within,
and I her echo, her serpent skin.
fragmentedpain.bsky.social
Obsidian Prayer (Reimagined)
Between her sighs, the night bends low,
ink and starlight start to flow.
She opens like a storm of flame,
breathing the language gods can’t name.
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Her pulse, a hymn of fevered night,
her skin an altar dressed in fright.
I devour her darkness, taste her flame,
and whisper death’s forgotten name.
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Her body hums in lunar tones,
I kneel beneath her broken throne.
Dark nectar drips from unseen skies
I am unmade inside her eyes.
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She burns like a blackened rose,
the scent of surrender on her tongue.
I drink her silence, slow and deep
a ritual carved in breath and hum.
fragmentedpain.bsky.social
Between her sighs, the night bends low,
ink and shadow start to flow.
I taste her storm, her holy ache,
where flesh and spirit intertwine and break.
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The Nectar Within
Her essence hums like a storm
wild, ancient, alive.
When I touch her shadow,
the universe sighs open.
I drink from her soul,
and all that is flesh
becomes pure, sacred flame.