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Writing is the portal to my subconscious. Come inside.
Searching for meaning and discovering truth. Writing is the portal to my subconscious. Come inside.
Articles
Writings include erotic content and are only suitable for 18+.
The Poem I Didn't Want To Write
The Poem I Didn't Want To Write
by Aubrey Moore
This poem feels forced
It feels boring, it feels hard
I didn’t want to write it
But my hands could not be barred
As they move slowly but surely
Every key was quietly typed
In the coffee shop down the street
As opposed to the middle of the night
That’s when I like to write
When the sun disappears
The moon lights my journey
As my dark world wraps and lears
I’m consumed with thoughts and words
Pouring out through my hands
It feels natural and organic
It calms me watching them dance
On the mechanical keyboard making sounds
Clickety clack, clickety clack!
Ah, it’s honestly to die for
The pleasurable sounds bring me back
To life and I’m suddenly alive!
Losing track of time and space
I sit as long as I must
My fingers quickening their pace!
When I’m in this place of writing
Everything make sense
No one is right or wrong
My problems are less dense
Alas, I cannot stay
I must return and simply face
The reality of life
As I finally slow the pace
Of my fingers and my brain
Seemingly empty of rhyme
Blankly staring at the page now
I guess it’s about that time
To return to society
It takes almost all of my might
To return to the coffee shop
Finishing the poem I didn’t want to write
Articles
Writings include erotic content and are only suitable for 18+.
The Poem I Didn't Want To Write
The Poem I Didn't Want To Write
by Aubrey Moore
This poem feels forced
It feels boring, it feels hard
I didn’t want to write it
But my hands could not be barred
As they move slowly but surely
Every key was quietly typed
In the coffee shop down the street
As opposed to the middle of the night
That’s when I like to write
When the sun disappears
The moon lights my journey
As my dark world wraps and lears
I’m consumed with thoughts and words
Pouring out through my hands
It feels natural and organic
It calms me watching them dance
On the mechanical keyboard making sounds
Clickety clack, clickety clack!
Ah, it’s honestly to die for
The pleasurable sounds bring me back
To life and I’m suddenly alive!
Losing track of time and space
I sit as long as I must
My fingers quickening their pace!
When I’m in this place of writing
Everything make sense
No one is right or wrong
My problems are less dense
Alas, I cannot stay
I must return and simply face
The reality of life
As I finally slow the pace
Of my fingers and my brain
Seemingly empty of rhyme
Blankly staring at the page now
I guess it’s about that time
To return to society
It takes almost all of my might
To return to the coffee shop
Finishing the poem I didn’t want to write
Poetry
Writings include erotic content and are only suitable for 18+.
The Poem I Didn't Want To Write
The Poem I Didn't Want To Write
by Aubrey Moore
This poem feels forced
It feels boring, it feels hard
I didn’t want to write it
But my hands could not be barred
As they move slowly but surely
Every key was quietly typed
In the coffee shop down the street
As opposed to the middle of the night
That’s when I like to write
When the sun disappears
The moon lights my journey
As my dark world wraps and lears
I’m consumed with thoughts and words
Pouring out through my hands
It feels natural and organic
It calms me watching them dance
On the mechanical keyboard making sounds
Clickety clack, clickety clack!
Ah, it’s honestly to die for
The pleasurable sounds bring me back
To life and I’m suddenly alive!
Losing track of time and space
I sit as long as I must
My fingers quickening their pace!
When I’m in this place of writing
Everything make sense
No one is right or wrong
My problems are less dense
Alas, I cannot stay
I must return and simply face
The reality of life
As I finally slow the pace
Of my fingers and my brain
Seemingly empty of rhyme
Blankly staring at the page now
I guess it’s about that time
To return to society
It takes almost all of my might
To return to the coffee shop
Finishing the poem I didn’t want to write
Poetry
Writings include erotic content and are only suitable for 18+.
The Poem I Didn't Want To Write
The Poem I Didn't Want To Write
by Aubrey Moore
This poem feels forced
It feels boring, it feels hard
I didn’t want to write it
But my hands could not be barred
As they move slowly but surely
Every key was quietly typed
In the coffee shop down the street
As opposed to the middle of the night
That’s when I like to write
When the sun disappears
The moon lights my journey
As my dark world wraps and lears
I’m consumed with thoughts and words
Pouring out through my hands
It feels natural and organic
It calms me watching them dance
On the mechanical keyboard making sounds
Clickety clack, clickety clack!
Ah, it’s honestly to die for
The pleasurable sounds bring me back
To life and I’m suddenly alive!
Losing track of time and space
I sit as long as I must
My fingers quickening their pace!
When I’m in this place of writing
Everything make sense
No one is right or wrong
My problems are less dense
Alas, I cannot stay
I must return and simply face
The reality of life
As I finally slow the pace
Of my fingers and my brain
Seemingly empty of rhyme
Blankly staring at the page now
I guess it’s about that time
To return to society
It takes almost all of my might
To return to the coffee shop
Finishing the poem I didn’t want to write
Podcast Appearances
Click on each image to tune in!
Pleasure Power with Aubrey Moore
Join me and Rebecca as we embark on a journey of the art of receiving and the importance of playing.
An Intimate Conversation with Aubrey Moore
Join my dear friend, Pascale Cook-Fernandes, and I as we discussed the hardships for women in sexuality and the origins of Pleasure Roots.
Sweet, Baby-Makin’ Music with Aubrey Moore
It's hard to describe in words the excitement of talking pleasure and sexuality with another Sex Coach! Listen in as Kincaid and I discuss the importance of connecting with the body through music.
Sitting Down with Sex Coach, Aubrey Moore
Talking about sex is hard. Most of us never learned how to properly have open and honest conversations about sex, and when we get into relationships, it can create strain and challenges. Listen in as Cherie and her husband, Brandon, and I discuss the importance of keeping it steamy!
Talk Dirty to Me with Aubrey Moore
Join me and my dear friend, Kincaid McMinn, as we dive into the implications of sexual language, stories about childhood sex talks, and liberation of saying whatever the fuck we want.
Podcast Appearances
Click on each image to tune in!
Pleasure Power with Aubrey Moore
Join me and Rebecca as we embark on a journey of the art of receiving and the importance of playing.
An Intimate Conversation with Aubrey Moore
Join my dear friend, Pascale Cook-Fernandes, and I as we discussed the hardships for women in sexuality and the origins of Pleasure Roots.
Sweet, Baby-Makin’ Music with Aubrey Moore
It's hard to describe in words the excitement of talking pleasure and sexuality with another Sex Coach! Listen in as Kincaid and I discuss the importance of connecting with the body through music.
Sitting Down with Sex Coach, Aubrey Moore
Talking about sex is hard. Most of us never learned how to properly have open and honest conversations about sex, and when we get into relationships, it can create strain and challenges. Listen in as Cherie and her husband, Brandon, and I discuss the importance of keeping it steamy!
Talk Dirty to Me with Aubrey Moore
Join me and my dear friend, Kincaid McMinn, as we dive into the implications of sexual language, stories about childhood sex talks, and liberation of saying whatever the fuck we want.