Philosophus in Opus Somno
Philosophus, philosophus, my dearest philosophus,
My loving sweetheart, my wholesome gentleman,
Though, unfortunate, how all beautiful creations must once meet their failance,
Amongst a pond infested with algae, you are the blooming, petit lotus.
A rebuke so cruel, My God had stripped me of my only regard, my beau,
A failance I hadn't foreseen, my demissive delicacy,
For I could never wish for your failance to be of my partaking,
And if I had foreseen this cruel failance, I would have have enabled thou to notice.
An algae, such as myself, could never compare
For you are so fare,
Much too fare for I,
For you are the mallotus to my leonotis.
Neither phrase, nor phraseology could ascribe my Heart,
Oh, my heart aches for you, my peach, my angel, my only,
An ingathering within me, of melancholy fernery.
It hurts, my love, Its infectious despondency, incontestibly.
Of affliction, Pangs I fear will be the death of me,
My sweetheart, my dearest, my life, my death,
For my acknowledgement thou shall not approve of my verdict,
But, I will implore, my gracious, my studious, my perfect floret.
Shall I partake thy soone, rest for now,
my philosophus in opus somno.
^in the centre of the page is a pencil study of the former male lover 'mallotus' whom the female lover 'leonotis' is writing to^
[ ^ follow me on wattpad if you'd like, 'My Darkest Recollections' is the collection of poems i've made ^ ]
Philosophus [in Opus Somno]: A poem written from the perspective of a woman in early 1900s/ late 1800s who's lover passed. So, she is writing to him in the form of this poem. She expresses her sorrow and how she feels as though she will never find another man as non-ignorant, intellectual, and ahead of thinking as him. The male lover is described as to be in the more feminine role, and the female lover is portrayed as being in the more masculine role, in their former relationship. In my opinion [as being the type of non-heteronormative boy], I don't think it was impossible for this sort of thing to exist in the past, nor in the 19/20th century. Anyways, I made a realistic drawing of the male lover which is at the bottom of this poem and ye... go feminism, I suppose :3.
!! none of my forms of art, such as artworks and literature, are to be stolen, copied, or claimed [reblogs are obvi fine tho ofc] my literature has in fact been copywrited !!
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I really love pet play.
And it doesn't even have to be in a sexual way.
Just patting my puppy's head, praising him when he does something small, making him drink some water because he forgot, putting food into his bowl and watching him eat it, reminding him that he is my good boy when he stays next to my legs or puts his head on my lap.
I love it when my puppy follows me everywhere, looks up at me with those precious big eyes, taps my knee when he needs something, and whines when I don't give him attention. I love it when puppies get excited over every little thing, like putting on their collar and leash, and reminding them that they are mine and only mine.
Puppies are so fucking precious!
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I love non-sexual signs of submission as much I love sexual ones.
Kneel for me, moan for me, beg to cum. After all, you look gorgeous on your knees pleading.
But also lay your head on my lap while we watch something, wear my clothes out, perform little acts of service just to show me how much you care.
After all, my claim over you isn’t just in the bedroom, so why should your services to me end there?
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Overstimulation is one of my favourite kinks.
Because at any point you can stop it, the uncomfortable feeling of being too sensitive will go away. All you need to do is use your safe word.
But its such a lovely ache isnt it? Something that usually brings you so much pleasure betraying you like this.
You know you just have to wait for the sensitivity to be over so you can have another mind shattering orgasm and then maybe one more, because you’ve already did it once, I’m certain you can do it again darling.
Ill soothe you throughout it though love, ill kiss your neck and praise you for taking it so wonderfully. For being so so good. I’ll assure you about how beautiful you look falling apart in my arms🖤
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Listening to him doze off on my chest after I use him as my own sex toy is one of the best things
His face and cheeks still red.
Sweat making his hair stick to his forehead.
Yet here he is in my arms so safe and happy.
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