a harbour like st. ives…

Dear Gentle Sir,

There is this:

The morning dew.
My velvet petals.

My body coos for you as it often does in the morning… in case you’ve forgotten. In case you wanted to be reminded. And now, as I slide my hands down the length of my torso, my warm, waking body stirs to what I imagine are your hands. Like mist on mornings, I wake to wanting you and your ways on me. But there is more. And more I cannot say.

I think of Keats:

For you to trust me and me to trust you,
you have to accept me and I have to accept you
the way I am and the way you are,
fully seen and deeply known,
with no need of apology –
with my body imperfections and with yours,
with my character shortcomings and yours, too…
for you are a sacred gift to me
and I am a sacred gift to you,
and gifts are to be gratefully accepted
and heartily enjoyed,
but only if you trust me and I trust you,
can we let ourselves be ourselves
and forget real or unreal barriers,
conventions or inhibitions,
as to profoundly enjoy
what we’ve been granted:
you – the gift of me,
me – the gift of you,
as deeply as our inner worlds
can take us in,
with trust
and joy.

… that, and I want to make you cum hard. Yes, that, there is that.

Softly Yours,

Lola Moi xo

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6 Responses to “a harbour like st. ives…”

  1. Mrs Fever May 16, 2013 at 5:12 pm #


  2. Beatnik du Jour May 16, 2013 at 5:22 pm #

    Fantastic, both your words and Keats’

    • secretthots May 16, 2013 at 5:23 pm #

      ‘Twas a team effort, fer sure. 🙂 Thanks for your kindness. xo

  3. NormalDeviations May 16, 2013 at 6:48 pm #

    Love it.

    What in particular?

    “Oh, by the way…” 😉

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