as you wish…

as you wishYou tie me up, tenderly but firmly; first my wrists then my ankles. We do not speak. The lights are dim, my curves and your contours dance with candlelit shadows. I watch you and you are beautiful: the muscles in your torso and arms bunch and lengthen as you prepare me. I am calm. I trust you. We want to be here together. Alone.

You are gentle yet insistent.
My hips buck the air, seeking out your hunger.
You exhaust your tongue and jaw muscles from eating me out.
My nails want to scratch your back each time I cry out.
You use up the batteries in my vibrator.
My pussy juices up your hands, your forearms, your chest, your face, and glorious cock.
You dip your fingers in as deep as they can go and ask me if I want more.
My head thrashes, my limbs strain to spread wider for you.
You give yourself permission.
My pussy throbs for days from the pounding you give me.
You please me simply because you love pleasing me.
My arms finally free, you lie breathless in my arms.

You tell me there’s no other place you’d rather be
and in that moment
I believe you.

her curves are your dreams cum true

follow the light…

my version is this
I have my version of this fancy.
It’s a poem of, oh, say sonnet-length;
it’s supple, undisrupted. It feels like this:

I close the door. (Behind it: gabble
and disjunction.) And I walk into the clear,
black night. I’m in a great arena. Nothing
can be seen – there may be nothing to be seen – except
of course for the ball on fire. That’s all I need.
That’s all: the darkness, and one burning sphere.
And I follow its light down the field.

-Albert Goldbarth –

follow the light

funk this…

Dear Gentle Sir,

Thinking about:
Fucking your brains out.
Right after I make sweet love to your cock with my mouth.

Or how about this:
We fuck like fiends.
Like lovers.
Like passion-freaks.
Like Trust in heat.

Let’s make the rounds a few times.
Until we end disheveled and tender, with a deep pussy fuck.

Subtlety be damned.

Lola Moi xo

please oh please…

Dear Gentle Sir,

Please be reassured of my desire to be fucked deep and sweet by you. Please note that you may spread me wide and bend me over to devour me like the passion buffet I am.  Please listen carefully when I tell you that your brain utterly delights me, that your mouth is divine, that your fingers are perfect, and that your cock takes every bit of my breath away.

Please memorize my folds, my mounds, and each moan so that we might repeat and layer our secret and sacred desires with unbound satisfaction. Please test my cunt with any body part you choose; know this hungry warmth is impossibly wet for you. Please let me pleasure you and don’t let me stop.

And when it is time for slow, tender lovemaking, please let me hold your face, let me look into your sweet eyes as I arch with each hard cum.

Please, oh, please,

Lola Moi xo