Long ago, on a remote island of great thinkers known as Krumcho, there lived a curious people who gazed upon the night sky with wonder and awe. Among them was the esteemed philosopher-scientist, Professor Aedesius, renowned for his humorous and imaginative explanations of natural phenomena.

One starry night, as Professor Aedesius reclined on his celestial observation deck, he noticed something peculiar about the moon. Its shape seemed to change from night to night, growing rounder or thinner as if playing some cosmic game of hide-and-seek. Intrigued, he set out on a mission to unravel the lunar enigma.

To his delight, he stumbled upon a hidden tome buried deep in the archives, which spoke of tiny, charming creatures known as "Lunaris Seraphis" or Moon Seraphs. These were no ordinary beings; they were moon fleas, minuscule in size, yet boasting enchanting hues that shimmered like stardust in the moonlight.

Professor Aedesius, through his expert observations and quirky sense of humor, concluded that the moon fleas migrated across the lunar landscape in a grand procession, much like the birds on Earth do in their seasonal sojourns. But instead of seeking warmer climes, these adorable moon fleas followed the dance of the seasons on the moon.

He hypothesized that the moon's surface, despite its desolate appearance, was teeming with life in the form of luscious moon moss and glittering moon dust. The moon fleas, being the charming creatures they were, couldn't resist the temptation of this celestial feast.

As they gathered in droves to feast upon the moon moss, they cast peculiar shadows on the lunar surface. These moon flea shadows, with their ever-changing shapes, were the true cause of the moon's transformation. The Professor playfully likened it to the moon's "flea-tastic metamorphosis."

In his humorous tales, he described how these lovable moon fleas formed intricate patterns, from crescents to gibbous, as they frolicked and hopped across the moon. When the moon was at its fullest, the moon fleas would throw a grand gala of light, their luminescent bodies illuminating the lunar night like a magnificent firework display.

The people of Krumcho, captivated by the Professor's comedic storytelling, embraced this whimsical explanation with delight. They would gather around bonfires, passing down the myth of the moon fleas from one generation to the next, enjoying not just the scientific reasoning but also the heartwarming charm of these tiny lunar creatures.

And so, the myth of the moon fleas and their seasonal migration continued to be told across the ages on the remote island. For the people of this land, the moon's changing shape became not just a scientific puzzle but a source of joy and fascination, connecting them to the cosmos in a way that only the imaginings of a comedic scientist could achieve.

Generations later, there was merch.

Waxing and waning

Never complaining

Gibbous to drained

It follows me

The apex of our triangle

Reminds me of the angel

Connected at the base

It follows she

Geometry agrees

At thrice sixty degrees

We're connected cosmically

It follows we

Straight-on or askew

Phased with and around you

Our triangle is golden

And meant to be

The love of a mortal, so fragile and frail,

A flickering flame, a fleeting tale.

It burns so bright, but oh so brief,

A love that's born, but brings so much grief.

Their hearts so open, they love so free,

A love that's pure, a sight to see.

But time is cruel, and life so short,

Their love, a memory, a fading thought.

Yet envy seeps, through immortal veins,

For humans love, without any chains.

Their hearts ablaze, with a passion so true,

A love that lasts, forever anew.

To feel so deeply, and love so strong,

A mortal's love, it doesn't belong.

But oh, how we long, to love like they do,

A love that's pure, and forever true.

So mock their love, we may indeed,

But envy lingers, like a desperate need.

For the love of a mortal, may be brief,

But it burns so bright, a sight to behold, a relief.

When she undresses herself for you, for the first time, you beg your eyes not to stare at her shoulder blades which stick out like cut off wings. Because you’ve been taught that loving a woman relates to brutality in the bedroom and you don’t want to love her the way that men have loved you because you will not let this love become something that greedily takes and leaves no after thought.

So you’d go eons without pressing your body against hers and a lifetime without grazing her bare skin with the tips of your fingers because loving someone doesn’t justify killing them and then easing your innocence by carving a headstone that reads here lies a predator, who made light of all the blood that comes from making a sport of trying love a woman like a man.

And your hands won’t stop shaking hands when she undress herself so you turn away but she grabs your hand and proclaims “No you won’t hurt me.” You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding in because she means it and you crawl under the covers. Her lips pressed against mine and hips to hips as her fingers trace my collarbone, and down admist seas.

Sometime later in the night while you sleep, she lies awake stroking your honey colored hair wishing that someone had taught you that sex and love can coexist without mortality. You dream, she has wings again.

I had a dream that I was

Trapped in a cave,

Scraping and screaming

At its damp walls.

Heart racing,

Sweat tracing

The edges of my eyes that

Were teased by the trickling

Of light beaming from the

Roof of my cage...

And I thought of you.

I smelt the fear,

Tasted the hate,

Felt the shake

Coursing through the veins

Of the body you claimed.

I extended my arm,

Fingers spazzing,

Blindly grasping,

Until I felt him.

Warm. Steady. Safe.

I pulled myself into him,

Tucking my head

Into the nook of his neck,

Matching my breath to the

Slow rise and fall of his chest.

I knew he was waking

By the fluttering

Of his eyes.

He kissed my nose,

My mouth,

My neck.

“You’re beautiful,”

He whispered.

And I believed him.

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This is my first entry. Thanks so much for reading!

Warning* sexual content

i want your hands

all over my body

slowly caressing the cravesses

and valleys of my quaking skin

dip your hand in my milky universe

and lick the mountains that form on my chest.

I want you to hold those stars

that flicker in my misty vision

let the air trickle down

our spines

and our moans fill the night.

hold me

tight

let our bodies

ride to infinite heights

yell my name

and whisper with wet lips

to my ear

how much pleasure I make you feel.

grip me

choke me

I am all yours

kiss me

love me

make me feel more

trace your lips

along my neck

and push against

my thick throbbing thighs

ill take you in

this pulsing pleasure

as I drown in the waves

of ecstasy.

Please just

make love to me, baby

(ill go on all fours)

becuase, luv,

I am all yours.

She sat caressing the fruit in the curves of her hand; luscious and naked, the mango sat tantalizingly. She could feel the golden–orange flesh seeping through the windows of her fingers. There was no distance between what she was going to taste and her. She sunk her teeth and then her lips into the sun-kissed sweetness.

It was counter-intuitive to experience divinity through the senses, but that moment couldn’t lie to her. The juices of the mango pulp ran down her fingers in sticky streams, and she licked them off in childlike pleasure. Her eyes were in love with the mango. She ate around the seed. Demolished the peels and sat in awe of how she felt. Satiated.

She looked up to the skies and wanted the rain to release the stains glued to her cheeks and lips. She hadn’t ever eaten so boldly and without inhibition. The rain did as it was told that day. It landed on her pleasure-warmed cheeks and washed the remnants of her sins away. She knew at that moment that she had the immeasurable pleasure of living fully. Head stoked to the sky, she laughed, a deep-rooted smile radiating from her insides.

Even for just that moment, she had lived.

I was a child when I entered a new country.

All through my life I have been a child at heart,

And that has saved me.

I have thawed winters,

And revived the dying.

My reign was golden.

I was nearly a lioness.

I sailed to the edge of the world,

And I have spoken with stars.

No one has felt a parting as painful as mine,

But no longing hope burned as brightly,

For the day when I would see You again.