help [me] overcome \\myself// reach }}inside{{ pull me _out_ let me ~run~ my fingers down. your. throat. I want to ________f _________a __________ll into the **magic** of your •eyes• while I +ride+ you into |o|b|l|i|v|i|o|n| tara caribou | ©2017-2021
Enjoy this collaboration between Michael Raven and myself. Sound on. tara caribou + Michael Raven | ©2021
As his lips devoured her silky skin All he could taste was Lavender and frankincense As his hands gripped her soft flesh All he could touch was Damp earth and cloudy skies As his knees spread her thighs wide All he could see was Glistening petals of honey divine As his voice guided her willing […]
these bruised ribs ache to be covered, soul-yearn on the cusp of eternity, a moon cradled in the nest of your stars yes, you are my most precious thought first thing in the morning dawn my beloved best at night, dream-thirst: you tara caribou | ©2020
candice, desert queen and poetess of passion. I adore both her as a woman and her writing and her heart. I am not overt even when good green absinthe is poured over a sugar cube the silver tongs holding sweetness just. I am not overt will not tell you of my sinning urge to strip […]
She has beautiful eyes The most entrancing eyes Becoming lost Oh I find myself staring Diving Swimming Floundering A whirlpool Spinning me around Waves cover my face I forget to breathe I willingly drown She’s my oxygen now tara caribou | ©2020
I’m gonna wait for you My heart is flying High in the sky I’m gonna wait for you My mind is racing Fast full of life I’m gonna wait for you My hands are gifted Oh weaving magic I’m gonna wait for you My feet have rhythm Skip outta time I’m gonna wait for you […]
Here’s the thing. I just want to walk barefoot in the mud and let my hair stay messy and tangled and feel the sun kiss my skin. I just want to dance when the beat’s right and the mood hits. I just want to write shitty poetry or love stories or dark shit that doesn’t […]
How could I fully explain the burning desire I have for you? Could I paint a scorching picture that would nearly singe your fingertips? Or weave fiery hot lyrics complete with a feverish tempo? Perhaps send you heated passionate photographs enough to raise your temperature? What would it take to perfectly describe the wet, wanting […]
dawn quietly carefully tiptoed across the sheets revealing my alabaster skin unclothed naked greedy flesh hungry for you shivering anticipating quaking and aching for your touch taste my sweet lips parting electric kisses and swollen tongues exposed soft breasts heaving and bruised greeted the rising moon much like my heart and yours tara caribou | […]
