“We just got out, in the knick of time. We found ourselves drowning in the blood, in a sea of wine. Down from the mountain, she waits. Dancing around the fire, shaking her waist.

 She don’t mind broken flowers in the morning. I seen the blue fall, dead in her eyes. They just wanna see if we do it for the money and how you made them beg, how you made them beg to try.”

lyrics from Coyote by Dope Lemon


Can’t sleep and it’s all your fault. Laying in the dark just to feel something as my eyes adjust and my body unlocks, listening to this enthusiastic heart of mine. Can’t sleep and I blame you, all that running through my mind that you do. Can’t sleep for want of your hands on my body, my skin is warm and your hands are smooth, and I want you. I want you. I want you. Can’t you see what you do?


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Violet Fawkes

Violet Fawkes (she/her) is a freelance writer and sex blogger focusing on pleasure education, erotic fiction, and the intersection of identity, kink and mental health.