Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
You called and shouted and burst my deafness. You flashed, shone, and scattered my blindness. You breathed odors, and I drew in breath and panted for You. I tasted, and I hunger and thirst. You touched me,
and I burned for Your peace.
― Augustine of Hippo ―
My memory loves you;
it asks about you all the time.
– Jonathan Carroll –
Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what we want to conceal.
– Russell Lynes –
And he loves her. He loves her like he can never grab enough of her between his fingers. And no matter how close he gets,
even when they make love, it never feels close enough.
— Iain S. Thomas —
People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention
so you can change your life.
– Elizabeth Gilbert –
I wake to the memory of your body; kissing your back, your ass, your chest. My fingers running along your tummy and waist, under your shirt. Your smells. Our hands gripped tight in sweet, heated pleasure. My legs around your hips. My feet pushing against yours & in your mouth… the way you look at me when we kiss… of being in your arms, tracing your width, wrapping my arms around you.
Even when I’m not even fully awake, my body yearns for yours. All I want is to feel that again – to feel you on my skin and inside me, to slide you between my lips, and feel you so deep. Fuck. Here in bed, naked for you, you make me moan, like, out loud. And I want you to hear me, to watch me take my time, and hold me as I buck: fuckfuck fucking hot fuck.
Hit the snooze button.
Hit it hard.
Yes, hard.
Harder.
Fuck, yes.
H…
All night I hear
so many echoes in the forest I’m tempted
to look back, to save myself in hindsight,
where all I see is the absence of me.
Where all I hear is your voice…
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
— W.H. Auden —
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People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
– Audrey Hepburn
