Devour You Whole
by Crissy Bliss Addams
I am the Sun.
When I crave, I combust.
My skin sings for your touch—
spicy, salty, sacred.
I don’t just want you.
I want to burn you
into every galaxy
I ever create.
I am the Sun.
When I want, I scorch.
Your absence is agony.
My skin howls for your heat.
I don’t crave softly.
I burn.
I blaze.
I beg the stars to watch
as I devour you whole.
I am the Sun.
When I ache, I unravel.
My thighs ache for your grip.
My mouth dreams of your sweat.
I don’t miss you—
I combust.
Come home.
Let me ruin you
with pleasure.
Pleasure Principle
by Crissy Bliss Addams
I am the Sun.
When I crave, I erupt—
sunspots of lust tearing through me.
I throb with need—
slick, savage, starving.
I don’t just want you.
I want to etch your moans
into the fabric of spacetime.
I am the Sun.
When I want, I scorch.
Your absence is agony.
My skin howls for your heat.
I don’t crave softly.
I burn.
I blaze.
I make the constellations tremble
as I take you apart.
I am the Sun.
When I ache, I collapse—
a black hole of hunger,
warping time,
dragging you in.
I want you screaming in orbit,
caught in my gravity,
ripped from reason.
I don’t just burn for you—
I bend the universe
to taste you again.