i wasn’t safety…

I was Possibility.

the outer banks…

Out there?
There is no out there.
All is open.
Open water.  Open I.

— Muriel Rukeyser —




In fact, the stars orbiting that irresistible moon
Secret away their own luminous forms
Whenever she shines without restraint
Upon the world entire.

— Sappho —


Split between the you and you and not me…

this gift of your silence.

cumming to a head…

Dear Gentle Sir,

I’ve been thinking about the tip of your cock, the fullness of your shaft, and its shining bead of pre-cum… again.

Fuck me soon,

Lola xo


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