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here, in the everyday…

I watch a hummingbird hover outside my window.
I sip tea.

I sit on benches, overlooking pristine nature scenes I cannot even fathom the making-of.

I finger myself and the crisp sound of linens crinkling as I spread my legs makes me gasp your name.

 

i opened myself to you…

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Like a river opens itself to the rain.
.

.

.

.

The clouds have parted ways.

it’s the little things…

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that make all the difference.

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 —

lickster…

fragment…

fragment

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

— Sappho —

piecemeal…

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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