Episode 71: Love's Philosophy
Written by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
From Poetry Foundation
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Episode 72: Poetry Reading
Written by chasingcloudsza
I am ember and ache,
a slow-burn wrapped in shadow,
lips curved with secrets
you’ll never quite outrun.
I move like temptation
close enough to feel,
never enough to tame,
heat teasing the edge of your control.
My voice is velvet dipped in flame,
my touch a question that lingers—
soft… until it isn’t,
sweet… until it ruins you.
I am the spark behind your restraint,
the ache you try to name,
the danger dressed like desire
calling you closer anyway.
So tell me...
when I look at you like this,
all fire and invitation…
would you be my villain...?
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Episode 73: Poetry Reading ASMR
Written by Thriftygirl365
Your hands finds me
with a certainty that feels practiced,
not careful,
not hesitant,
just knowing exactly where to stay
until I feel it everywhere.
There’s something dangerous
in the way you take your time,
like you’re testing how much I can hold
before I stop pretending
I’m in control of it.
I should step back.
I don’t.
Instead, I meet you there,
closer than I meant to be,
close enough that every breath
feels like it belongs to both of us now.
Your touch isn’t soft.
It’s deliberate.
Pressing, lingering,
like you want a reaction,
like you expect one.
And I give it to you.
Not all at once,
but in pieces.
The way my shoulders loosen
The way my hands stop behaving.
The way I lean in
instead of away.
You notice.
Of course you do.
Your grip shifts just enough
and it sends something sharp and warm
through me,
fast enough to steal whatever I was about to say.
There’s no space left now.
Not really.
Just contact,
heat layered over heat,
movement that starts small
and then refuses to stay that way.
You push, just slightly,
and I push back.
Not to stop you.
Never to stop you.
But to feel it more.
To meet that pressure
with something equal,
something that says
don’t hold back now.
Because I’m not.
Because whatever this is,
it isn’t careful anymore.
It’s the way your hands don’t leave.
The way mine don’t either.
The way every second stretches tighter,
like something about to snap
or give.
And right there,
on that edge,
I let go of the last excuse to pull away.
Not because you made me.
Because I want to know
how far this goes
when neither of us stops.
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Episode 74: Poetry Reading 18+
Written by chicandchillingreads
Through the Heat of You
I was the echo, chasing night,
a restless hum beneath the light.
Then came your fire, body and breath—
a soft surrender, sweet as death.
You touched my voice before it spoke,
turned every shiver into smoke.
Beneath your gaze I came undone,
my pulse aligned—two hearts, one sun.
The room inhaled, the world grew small,
time bowed, and shadows blurred it all.
Each movement whispered, slow and low,
a language only fever knows.
Your fingers searched, my reason fled,
each gasp rewrote the things I’d said.
Between the wanting and the take,
you taught my hunger how to wake.
Your skin—an ocean without shore,
I drank, I sank, I needed more.
The taste of dusk along your spine,
the quiet burn of lips on mine.
The air grew heavy, sharp, divine,
I lost my edge, you lost the line.
Each breath we took, each pause, each start,
was poetry with a beating heart.
You found the places fear had sealed,
the cracks where longing never healed.
Your mouth became my secret prayer,
your hands rewove the dark with care.
I opened, trembled, called your name,
and nothing after felt the same.
The night collapsed beneath our flame,
and even silence bowed to claim.
If love’s a sin, then damn me near,
for joy has never felt so clear.
You draw salvation from my sigh,
and teach the fall how not to die.
I crave the truth you make of pain,
the thunder pulsing in your vein.
You taste of honey, smoke, and storm—
and I am lost in every form.
Now every dawn feels half-asleep,
your warmth the pulse I want to keep.
Inside your arms, my world stands still—
obedient to your perfect will.
The sun can rise, the world can turn,
but I remain where embers burn.
Your breath restores the night I knew—
I live, I die, through the heat of you.
And when at last the light breaks through,
I kneel before the shape of you.
Not out of loss, nor out of plea,
but awe for what you’ve made of me.
Your name becomes the truth I say,
the hymn that turns my pain to clay.
In every wound, your warmth shines through—
eternal flame, my faith — is you
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Episode 75: Poetry Reading 18+
Written by dark_witchy_goddess
Unarmored
Let me remove your armor, piece by piece.
Let me undress your soul till it lies bare before me.
I’ll kiss and caress every scar, every bruise.
I’ll love the darkest parts of you you keep under lock and key.
It isn’t fair that we can share laughter and light
while you forsake your shadows of the night.
Let me love you
in your entirety—
you don’t have to wear
your armor
with me.