Zen…

Ruin me.

But do it slowly.

Do it like you mean it.

Fuck me against walls we wouldn’t dare paint over.

Leave your fingerprints where only I can find them.

Mark me in shades of blue and bruised longing—

make my body a canvas of your deepest intentions.

Pull me in.

Closer.

Much closer.

Until I can’t tell where you end and I begin.

Until my name sounds like a prayer you don’t believe in.

Until I forget how to walk without feeling you between my thighs.

Break me open, but don’t put me back together.

Let me stay wrecked, stay aching, stay yours.

Make me beg.

For you.

For this.

For the kind of love that doesn’t heal—only haunts.

RUIN ME, BUT MAKE IT BEAUTIFUL.

Fuck me like an apology you’ll never say.

Like you want to punish me for making you feel this much.

Like you hate how much you need this—need me.

Ruin me on desks we wouldn’t dare stand behind.

Make me a stain no one can wash out.

A reminder of how I let you have me—

on the floor, against the mirror, in the dim glow of a room that should never have seen us like this.

Use me. Break me. Make me a beautiful mess.

Make me feel it in the morning—when my legs shake from the memory,

when I press my fingers between my thighs and still find you there.

Leave me raw.

Leave me aching.

Leave me knowing no one will ever fuck me like this again.

And when it’s over—

RUIN ME, BUT MAKE IT BEAUTIFUL.

Fuck me like you’re trying to break something in me.

Like you want to hear it snap—

that last shred of resistance, that part of me that still thinks I can walk away from this.

Take me like you own me.

Like I was made for this, for you—

for the weight of your body pressing mine into the mattress,

for the way my breath stutters when you drag your teeth down my throat.

Ruin me.

On the floor.

Against the mirror.

On the table where we’ll pretend to eat in the morning.

Hold me open.

Pin me down.

Make me feel it in my spine, in my ribs, in the spaces between my fucking bones.

Make me yours without words—

just gasps, just hands, just the desperate, filthy sound of us colliding.

And don’t stop.

Not when I moan your name like a confession.

Not when my nails sink into your back, begging for something I don’t have the language for.

Not when I tell you I can’t take anymore—

because we both know I want you to.

Leave me ruined.

Don’t soften this.

Don’t pretend it was anything but what it was—a beautiful, perfect, unplanned wreckage.

RUIN ME, BUT MAKE IT BEAUTIFUL.

Take me slow, then all at once.

Make me feel every inch of you, not just in my body,

but in the places no one else has touched.

Fuck me like you love me.

Like you mean it.

Like this is the last time and the only time and the time that will haunt us both.

Hold me down, but do it gently—

let me fight it, let me pretend I have a choice,

before you drag me under.

Mark me.

With your hands, your mouth, your weight pressing me into the mattress,

into memory, into something I’ll never sleep on.

Ruin me with patience.

Make me cry for it.

Make me ache before the relief.

Make me open for you, unravel for you,

come undone in ways that have nothing to do with release.

And when I break—

when I’m trembling, gasping, calling your name like a whisper—

put me back together with your hands.

Because I don’t just want to be wrecked.

I want to be yours.

RUIN ME, BUT MAKE IT BEAUTIFUL.

Ruin me like a slow burn.

Not reckless, not rushed—deliberate.

Like you want me to feel it tomorrow, next week,

in the spaces between my ribs.

Drag me open.

Spread me out like something sacred, something waiting to be devoured.

Make me beg, not with words, but with the way my body moves against yours—

a silent offering, a surrender I won’t take back.

Fuck me like a whisper.

Like a secret we’ll never tell.

Like the way your hands find my wrists, my throat, my hips—

knowing exactly how I break.

Make it hurt, but not like that.

Not bruises, not pain—pleasure so sharp it borders on ruin.

Make me shatter and watch me piece myself back together

with nothing but the taste of you on my tongue.

Now be gentle.

Soothe the wreckage. Soften the edges.

Don’t rush.

If you’re going to ruin me, do it right.

Make me feel it—deep, slow, unbearable.

Don’t just fuck me—undo me.

Make me fight it.

Make me melt for it.

Make me beg without ever parting my lips.

Take your time.

Watch me tremble.

Watch my body give up before my mind does.

Hold me there—

between pleasure and madness, between the gasp and the moan,

between wanting and needing so badly I forget my own name.

Make me yours in a way that isn’t spoken, isn’t promised—just felt.

And when I shatter—

when I’m too wrecked to speak, when my body is nothing but a trembling, aching thing beneath you—

Be kind.

Pull me close.

Kiss me sweetly.

Let me lie beneath you, ruined.

You and I both know—

I’ll come back for more.

RUIN ME, BUT MAKE IT BEAUTIFUL.

Fuck me like you’ve been starving for this—for me.

Like you’ve been waiting all fucking day just to pull me apart.

Shove my legs open and sink into me like you’ve got a point to prove.

Don’t say my name—growl it.

Let me hear how wrecked you are, how deep I’ve got you.

Let me feel it in the way your fingers dig into my skin,

the way your mouth drapes kisses across my spine.

And when it’s over, don’t fucking move.

Stay right there—spent, breathless, pressed against me like a lost man.

Then roll over and wake me up with your face between my thighs.

Lick me slow.

Make me beg.

Make me come undone all over again before I’ve even opened my eyes.

Fuck my mouth.

Let me take you deep.

Let me hold you there till your hands tighten in my hair,

till you groan my name like a man who’s about to lose himself.

Till you tell me to stop—but we both know you don’t mean it.

And then, look at me.

Look me in the fucking eyes.

Let me see you—wrecked, desperate, feral—

Just as much a mess for me as I am for you.

Now put me in front of your mirror.

Make me watch.

Make us both watch—

your fingers in my mouth, your hands on my hips,

the way my body curves into yours like we were made for this ruin.

Make me see what you see.

Make me see how fucking beautiful we are—like this.