I begged to be marked just once,
For a mouth shaped bluish hue to appear just below my jawbone,
For a man to show the world I was his,
No man laid claim to me before,
No man ever cared to,

They would have their fill; or rather, they would fill me up with fantasies grander than my eyes could see; and then,
they would vanish as quickly as the time it takes for a seductive whisper to part a mouth, resound in the ear, and then dissipate into the ether,

No man ever took my desires into account before, so color me surprised, a pale white fading in and out of a pinkish red gradient, when the man who finally said yes told me no,
I asked him why and all he said was
“I would never disrespect you like that”,

That was the exact moment I was woefully aware of all the bruises left on me both physical and metaphorical, by the men in my past who still haunt me, lurking in the back of my mind as I look forward into the eyes of a man who has showed nothing but kindness,

Love and tenderness are his first and middle name, His last I am still deciding if I would take if he offered, I thought all I would need is a kind man someone different from the men I escaped, or rather who escaped me as I chased after the fear of loneliness wrapped up in societal obligations, I am learning I need so much more, and I no longer fear loneliness; but rather, I fear the yellowish hue of finger shackles binding me to a man forever that will not work as hard at loving me as I would for him

~ By Hyacinth Hale


Your smile is intoxicating,
Genuine curiosity curled up in pleasure,
I get lost in your dark chestnut eyes,
As you scan my body, tracing my curves,
Plotting all the things you want to do to me,

You are insatiable yet disciplined,
Waiting for my permission,
Waiting for my invitation,
Waiting for my lips to part,
And my breath to catch
As your lips entangle in mind,

Eyes closed, your tongue slips inside my mouth massaging mine,
Your hands pull me in close by the small of my back until our hip touch, pressing,
Digging deeper inside,
I start to feel your penis pulsate,

Your hand rounds my ass, squeezing it,
Pulling me further onto your erect penis,
Your lips part mine, only to find their way Down my neck, sucking on my collarbone,

Your hands slide up to my breasts,
My nipples hardening at your sensual touch,
I groan in ecstasy as you leave me breathless,
Leaving a small bruise on my collarbone
Something to remember of our time together,
Something to finger late at night when I’m alone missing you,
And my hands wander finishing what we started

~ By Hyacinth Hale

Falling for You

I’m falling, falling for you,
Dusted off my broken heart,
To give, give to you,

You told me I was safe,
Safe with you,
I heard it all before,
But somehow with you
It rings true

You saw my heart,
broke it’s hard candy shell,
Let my soul spill out
from my lips to your ears

You sat, sat right there,
In my pain without judgement,
And that’s why I’m falling,
Falling for you