House of Hedonism
@houseofhedonism.bsky.social
classy erotic poetry 💋
violent and vulgar 🥀
vexing and vicious 🖤
she/her
violent and vulgar 🥀
vexing and vicious 🖤
she/her
sensuality is the secret to life
January 29, 2025 at 5:47 AM
sensuality is the secret to life
what is evil, if not the soft whisper
against the curve of your ear,
its words dripping like honey,
its tongue warm and wet
with the promise of desire?
it does not snarl, does not bare its teeth.
it smiles—no, it purrs,
a velvet hand guiding yours
to the edge of the flame.
#poetry
against the curve of your ear,
its words dripping like honey,
its tongue warm and wet
with the promise of desire?
it does not snarl, does not bare its teeth.
it smiles—no, it purrs,
a velvet hand guiding yours
to the edge of the flame.
#poetry
January 19, 2025 at 4:52 AM
what is evil, if not the soft whisper
against the curve of your ear,
its words dripping like honey,
its tongue warm and wet
with the promise of desire?
it does not snarl, does not bare its teeth.
it smiles—no, it purrs,
a velvet hand guiding yours
to the edge of the flame.
#poetry
against the curve of your ear,
its words dripping like honey,
its tongue warm and wet
with the promise of desire?
it does not snarl, does not bare its teeth.
it smiles—no, it purrs,
a velvet hand guiding yours
to the edge of the flame.
#poetry
Oh how I love a good sin 💋
January 17, 2025 at 11:50 PM
Oh how I love a good sin 💋
I like my men desperate, needy, and begging
January 17, 2025 at 9:01 PM
I like my men desperate, needy, and begging
what type of porn do you watch?
he asked.
the kind where souls merge,
where physical touch isn’t enough.
you need to be inside each others’
ribcage,
heart,
mind.
porn? no,
it could never capture this.
what an embarrassment.
a hollow echo.
a desecration.
nothing less can turn me on.
#poetry
he asked.
the kind where souls merge,
where physical touch isn’t enough.
you need to be inside each others’
ribcage,
heart,
mind.
porn? no,
it could never capture this.
what an embarrassment.
a hollow echo.
a desecration.
nothing less can turn me on.
#poetry
January 17, 2025 at 8:26 PM
what type of porn do you watch?
he asked.
the kind where souls merge,
where physical touch isn’t enough.
you need to be inside each others’
ribcage,
heart,
mind.
porn? no,
it could never capture this.
what an embarrassment.
a hollow echo.
a desecration.
nothing less can turn me on.
#poetry
he asked.
the kind where souls merge,
where physical touch isn’t enough.
you need to be inside each others’
ribcage,
heart,
mind.
porn? no,
it could never capture this.
what an embarrassment.
a hollow echo.
a desecration.
nothing less can turn me on.
#poetry
January 16, 2025 at 10:30 PM
everyone’s an addict
and my drug of choice is
you
and my drug of choice is
you
January 16, 2025 at 7:51 PM
everyone’s an addict
and my drug of choice is
you
and my drug of choice is
you
i don’t ever want to forget how your voice sounds
January 16, 2025 at 11:11 AM
i don’t ever want to forget how your voice sounds
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idk I just personally think that getting chills from music is the best part of being alive. like when a song is so good you can feel it in your whole body.
January 15, 2025 at 1:55 AM
idk I just personally think that getting chills from music is the best part of being alive. like when a song is so good you can feel it in your whole body.
I officially have more followers here than I did on threads 💞 thanks for the support here and also fuck meta 🖕😌
January 14, 2025 at 7:57 AM
I officially have more followers here than I did on threads 💞 thanks for the support here and also fuck meta 🖕😌
January 14, 2025 at 7:45 AM
January 14, 2025 at 7:32 AM
don’t you feel embarrassed when you cum to the thought of bad things happening to you? or have you finally admitted that it’s what you need 💋
January 11, 2025 at 2:20 AM
don’t you feel embarrassed when you cum to the thought of bad things happening to you? or have you finally admitted that it’s what you need 💋
-the diary of Franz Kafka
January 11, 2025 at 12:32 AM
-the diary of Franz Kafka
obsession is everything
January 10, 2025 at 11:13 PM
obsession is everything
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Happy Friday everyone! Today’s #JanuArty #januarty2025 post for day 10 #blue
Fresh off the easel
“Marina Moondance”
8x10 oil on linen
available
www.curtisclarkpaintings.com
@bsky.art @fineartgallery.bsky.social #art #artsky #oilpainting
#lovewhatyoudo
Fresh off the easel
“Marina Moondance”
8x10 oil on linen
available
www.curtisclarkpaintings.com
@bsky.art @fineartgallery.bsky.social #art #artsky #oilpainting
#lovewhatyoudo
January 10, 2025 at 1:29 PM
Happy Friday everyone! Today’s #JanuArty #januarty2025 post for day 10 #blue
Fresh off the easel
“Marina Moondance”
8x10 oil on linen
available
www.curtisclarkpaintings.com
@bsky.art @fineartgallery.bsky.social #art #artsky #oilpainting
#lovewhatyoudo
Fresh off the easel
“Marina Moondance”
8x10 oil on linen
available
www.curtisclarkpaintings.com
@bsky.art @fineartgallery.bsky.social #art #artsky #oilpainting
#lovewhatyoudo
kiss me like it’s the first time we ever have and the last time we ever will 💋
January 10, 2025 at 8:14 AM
kiss me like it’s the first time we ever have and the last time we ever will 💋
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Timoclea of Thebes throws man who raped her down a well. She next hurled in heavy stones until he was dead. Painted in 1659 by Elisabetta Sirani of Bologna, who had a thing for assertive heroines.
January 9, 2025 at 8:18 PM
Timoclea of Thebes throws man who raped her down a well. She next hurled in heavy stones until he was dead. Painted in 1659 by Elisabetta Sirani of Bologna, who had a thing for assertive heroines.
Anyone have a starter pack for artists, poets, writers, etc?
January 10, 2025 at 12:52 AM
Anyone have a starter pack for artists, poets, writers, etc?
if i can’t scratch red lines into your back, i don’t want it 🩸
January 10, 2025 at 12:20 AM
if i can’t scratch red lines into your back, i don’t want it 🩸
when’s the last time you ran your own fingers across your bottom lip, down your neck, across your collarbone?
seduce yourself, give yourself what you’re craving 💋
seduce yourself, give yourself what you’re craving 💋
January 9, 2025 at 7:38 AM
when’s the last time you ran your own fingers across your bottom lip, down your neck, across your collarbone?
seduce yourself, give yourself what you’re craving 💋
seduce yourself, give yourself what you’re craving 💋
moan into my mouth.
hold my gaze.
let me go—
go where words dissolve,
as you take them off my tongue.
let me go—
go where the ego’s free,
and you tell me who to be.
let me go—
go where feelings ignite,
and you force the flame to consume me.
let me go—
but always, bring me back again.
#poetry
hold my gaze.
let me go—
go where words dissolve,
as you take them off my tongue.
let me go—
go where the ego’s free,
and you tell me who to be.
let me go—
go where feelings ignite,
and you force the flame to consume me.
let me go—
but always, bring me back again.
#poetry
January 8, 2025 at 11:58 PM
moan into my mouth.
hold my gaze.
let me go—
go where words dissolve,
as you take them off my tongue.
let me go—
go where the ego’s free,
and you tell me who to be.
let me go—
go where feelings ignite,
and you force the flame to consume me.
let me go—
but always, bring me back again.
#poetry
hold my gaze.
let me go—
go where words dissolve,
as you take them off my tongue.
let me go—
go where the ego’s free,
and you tell me who to be.
let me go—
go where feelings ignite,
and you force the flame to consume me.
let me go—
but always, bring me back again.
#poetry
repost if your art is human
all art is made from spite or horniness, and a computer cannot be spiteful or horny, so a computer should never make art
January 8, 2025 at 11:56 PM
repost if your art is human
A poet lives their poetry long before they ever write it
January 8, 2025 at 8:09 PM
A poet lives their poetry long before they ever write it
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
January 8, 2025 at 7:44 PM
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena