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little songs…

little songs

 

 

 

We have entered
each other’s atmosphere
In isolation,
the way a bee knows
The deep shadows
in the folds of a flower
But doesn’t know
what a bouquet is,

   — Rowan Ricardo Phillips

not a bird or a symbol…

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… a woman burning.

 

 

 

 

What ache would you deny?
I celebrate
the wax and its sun, the wingless
skeleton,    my silt      my swoon.

— Katie Longofono —

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many times, many ways…

Merry Christmas to you.

do you hear what i hear…

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… A song, a song,
high above the trees.

even in silence…

It’s a complicated thing, wanting you. Loving you in this way. Inviting you to accept my desire and pleasure and need as equal to yours… as equally tempting, sexy, beautiful, and powerful. “Is this alright?” No. Stop. There is no doubt: you are my lover, the one I can’t get enough of. The one whose smile makes my pussy swell. The one I want touching me, tasting me, licking and suckling me, testing and tempting me… fucking me into oblivion.
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Your cum begins just as mine peaks. Our lips meld, shaped wide in the mirrored “O” of our orgasm. Your cries vibrate along my jaw and the force of your final release makes me weep. This is all you needed—for me to lose myself like this in your arms. Your cock fills then pulses and pulses and pulses as I squirt all over you. My mess is merciless. My fingers dig into your strong body as I push into you—begging you to pulse inside me one more time. Our foreheads together, we kiss… breathy, slow, sensuously.

I wrap my tongue around yours and you briefly suck on my upper lip before gently pulling tendrils of hair off my face. The power of your tenderness—before and now—inspires yet another moan from me. Your hand cups my face so you can look at me. My eyes are bright as I return your gaze. Your knees buckle in this weird slow motion way when you see how true I see you. When you see where our secrets took us—what permission they unlocked. When you see how much I loved being with you just now. When I let you take your time drinking my disheveled body in… gleaming with our sweat and cum.

You gently kiss me in all the places you missed before; you smooch and nuzzle against me until my breath settles. My hand leisurely traces your hair, your ears, and jaw, your shoulder and limbs and lips. When you rest your head on my hip and wrap your arms around me suddenly and squeeze, I’m surprised to see how much you’ve given me of yourself.  My smile: my trust. You know then, without asking, that I want to do this again with you… in all the different ways we can think of and those we can only feel. I want to taste your freedom again when it’s like this—naked.

the raw of quiet moments…

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Every inch of me is the softest promise…

without speaking, confess…

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It is a simple garment, this slipped-on world.

We wake into it daily…

 

— J. Hirshfield —

unmarked trails (invitation)…

It is a serious thing

just to be alive

on this fresh morning

in this broken world.

— Mary Oliver —
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