I lift my ass just a little, just enough for you to see the edge of my lips, just enough for you to make me shiver with anticipation when you lick my petaled edges. I spread my legs this wide so that the every time you’re alone with your glorious cock, y
ou will remember every moan I’ve ever made with you: fucking me with your eyes, your wink, your smile, your cock tip, your fingertips, your tongue tip, your every length and width deep inside me and mine, your mouth your mouth your mouth, fucking me into moaning me into loving me with every hungry touch. I want you now like I wanted you then, doing things that you’ll never forget… ever.
sweet tea…
She makes me want to ransack my own temple.
—Trista Mateer —
the many acts of love…
Me, on my tummy…
the way I like it.
You, watching me…
in the way you like.
Until our moans echo the end…
that becomes a beginning
when you slip into bed with me.
we are already naked…
I like it when you take the lead. I like to know what you want and how you want me. I like to feel you guide your own pleasure when you it’s obvious you are following mine. I like it when your jaw clenches and your breath catches lightly. I like to be surprised. I like your hands on me. And in me.
I know the rest of you is soon to follow.
the poetry of rhythm…
stretched…
Pin me to my pleasure.
Keep me here, on the brink.
Each tremble, every quiver and spasm is your making.
I love this.
Don’t let me go; don’t stop.
I need you to please me like this again.
Watch me, trapped beneath you,
Lost in my body’s hot, swollen, wet euphoria.
the wettest county…
carol on these bells…
