wisefool

I didn’t know what I sought, yet you arrived
a shadow slipping into my veins.
In a blink, you became everything: my ache, unrest, forbidden flame.
Silent yet consuming, you’re the library I was never meant to enter,
yet I’m lost inside your hidden pages—
my storm, my secret, my hunger, my ruin and salvation.
And still, I don’t wish to be freed.

-Wisefool

That bare body, so hot
a quiet rebellion stirs.
Softness pressing, longing pushing,
a captive flame begging release.
Tender yet fierce,
the eternal play
those soft, wanting curves,
yearning to be touched, feasted.
Sacred tension makes beauty divine:
free yet ruled,
where Wiseyy earns his charm
through love and lust. ‍

—Wisefool

Can we cuddle, baby ...
not soft and distant, but wild, raw, and bare? No clothes, no fabric, nothing between us but heat and hunger. I want your skin crashing into mine, flesh against flesh, until every inch of me knows every inch of you.

-Wisefool

Can we cuddle, baby ...
not soft and distant, but wild, raw, and bare? No clothes, no fabric, nothing between us but heat and hunger. I want your skin crashing into mine, flesh against flesh, until every inch of me knows every inch of you.

-Wisefool

And yet, here I am unable to utter the word ‘love’ without my heart stumbling over itself.
Perhaps the truest proof of love is not in saying it, but in how the silence between the words trembles.”

- Wisefool