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Those secret escapes-tucked far from the madness of the world. Wrapped up in each other, they discovered a wild kind of peace.

Breathless passion. Primal longing. Trust blooming in silence. A beautiful connection carved from the chaos surrounding them.

~beccawise7💜🖤

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Music. Long drives. Lovers. 💜🖤

Something about the right song,

a late-night drive,

and his presence~

it quiets everything else...

~beccawise7 💜🖤

🎶🎵 Apocalypse, Cigarettes after Sex.

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You can be a proper lady in public & a wild soul in private.

Soft-spoken or daring. Wise~with a twist of dark humor & biting sarcasm or quiet & unassuming.

Your thighs can be thick, your frame rail-thin, or anything in between. Your size doesn’t make or break who you are.

You, my love, are a woman & you get to decide exactly who that is.

Stop letting the world tell you what a “real woman” should be. That’s a lie dressed as truth.

Real women are authenticly themselves.

Fire & ice. Grace & grit. Beauty & scars. Power & softness... & everything in between.

You are perfect the moment you stop seeking permission & simply become the woman you choose to be.

~beccawise7💜🖤

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Dance with me ~

let your body follow the rhythm of my heartbeat.

Savor the essence of my soul,

until we slip past the surface

and plunge into the wild, breathless depths of ecstasy.

~beccawise7💜🖤

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Maybe One Day.

Maybe one day,

we’ll turn the lines that split us

into paths that meet in peace.

Maybe one day,

the thunder of war will quiet,

and wisdom will finally speak.

Hearts will open wider

than any flag or land,

and hands will build together

no evil power could withstand.

Nations will rise—not above,

but beside—

to mend the cracks,

to heal with love, not pride.

And maybe then,

unity won’t feel like a dream—

but the way we breathe,

the way we live,

the way we all begin again.

~beccawise7💜🖤

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Longing. Desire. Heartache at the loss of one you adore...💜🖤

How am I meant to face you~

as if you didn't swallow my fears whole,

as if your soul hasn't passed through me like fire through glass?

You are a hunger without end,

a craving that devours its own echo.

No matter how deeply I drink,

you remain the drought in my bones~

a thirst I will wander deserts forever

trying to quench.

~beccawise7💜🖤

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Her lips etched a story across the pages of his skin-

a slow, deliberate script written in warmth and wonder.

Each kiss was a word; each breath, comma;

pauses where their hearts held still, long enough to listen.

She traced the curve of his shoulder like a sentence unfinished,

letting her fingertips find the places where silence had settled.

He was a novel left half-open -

spine softened by time,

corners creased by heartbreak,

yet never unreadable.

With every touch, she rewrote the margins.

Not to erase, but to understand.

To underline the softness he'd hidden in footnotes,

to highlight the chapters he thought unworthy.

He didn't speak, yet she heard him.

His pulse answered her trembling punctuation.

And when her lips reached the hollow of his throat,

he knew:

this was no fleeting stanza.

This was the beginning of a story he never dared to write alone.

~beccawise7💜🖤

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Mondays. 😜😂

You know you sang it... 😜😂

Happy Monday beautiful humans!

Have an amazing day!

~beccawise7💜🖤

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Good Morning, love. 💜🖤

Good morning kisses awaken more than just the soul ~

He pulls you in close, his voice a low growl against your ear, “Come here, baby… I need to taste every inch of you.���

You surrender to his touch, your bodies speaking a language only the morning quiet can hold.

~beccawise7💜🖤

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Nature teaches us everything we need to know...

~beccawise7💜🖤

Trees whisper timeless truths~

to stand firm with grounded roots, to reach ever upward in quiet growth, and to let go with grace when the season calls for it.

~beccawise7💜🖤

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You have wonderful content..... Thanks for sharing it....

Thank you. I really appreciate it. Wishing you a wonderful evening. 💜🖤

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Late night aches... 💜🖤

Late at night.

Her thoughts drift, unanchored—

fingers tracing slow, deliberate paths along familiar skin.

Memory flickers behind closed eyes:

the warmth of a breath, the weight of a gaze,

the echo of his touch long gone.

She sinks deeper—

into the hush of her own ache,

into the space where longing lives and breathes.

A pulse beneath the silence.

Desire curls through her like smoke,

soft and insistent.

Alone, yet not untouched—

she crafts his presence with her mind,

until the edges blur,

and the hunger feels real enough to taste.

One day, she tells herself-

she won’t have to imagine.

She’ll only feel.

Fully. Finally.

Real.

~beccawise7💜🖤

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"Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart." ~Tecumseh

This Memorial Weekend.

We Remember.

❤️🤍💙

Memorial Weekend.

We miss you every day, but this weekend, we pray that others might pause & take a moment during their holiday to raise a glass & think of you.

Not with sadness for the loss of you, but with a kind smile knowing you died a warrior with your brothers & sisters.

Always in our hearts.

Always on our minds.

Thank you.

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

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Real Talk...💜🖤

Real Talk...

You cannot make someone feel chosen and then disappear when it's time for consistency.

You cannot create intimacy, then be surprised when they get attached.

Love carries weight with it.

So many today want the feeling of love but not the responsibility.

People crave a connection without accountability.

The title... (lover, husband, friend, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, dom, sub, etc)... but not the tending.

If you aren't ready to carry the weight of the love your offering... don't offer it.

We leave good people damaged when we fail to live up to what we promise. ✌️

💜🖤💜🖤

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Happy Hump Day! 💜🖤

Good morning.

~beccawise7💜🖤

🎶🎵 ~ Where You Are, Patrick Droney

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Life quotes. 💜🖤

That's it.

You're worth everything.

Remember that. ✌️

~beccawise7💜🖤

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Touching him was a raging wildfire & the most calming moments she ever experienced.

...and they replayed through her mind like a memory she couldn't erase.

~beccawise7💜🖤