good night, john boy…

A blue moon catcalls some stars dancing over by Orion.
My hands slip under the band of my panties,
Looking for yours
Against the smooth mound that is my own wet heat.
The crickets outside my window creak “You did it. You did it.”
A beration mingled with cheer, topped with a dollop of ‘just the facts, ma’am.’
On my tummy, my hips swish to the circadian rhythms of the night.
The frogs purr with me as I mount my memories
The fan whirrs, whisking heat only to turn back and find it has returned
I whisper your name – a prayer
Supplication and divination for
Veiled is the night.

– Lola Moi –


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2 Responses to “good night, john boy…”

  1. Mrs Fever August 20, 2013 at 3:45 pm #

    …as I mount my memories…

    “and I’m thinking as our bodies meet that I’ll remember this forever, and I just hope it’s for all the right reasons.”
    ― Steven Herrick

    • lolamoi August 22, 2013 at 12:26 am #

      One can only hope… sigh.

      (Love that quote, btw, thank you!)

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