do not perform your body.
be a hold place only the blessed can enter.
—Gwen Benaway—
Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
I can only bite my tongue when you get on your knees Pinch my nipples to match the thrill of your coarse face grinding into my smoother-than-silk clit Pull your hair with each lap your tongue makes I can only bite your shoulder with each breath you heave then moan then moan then moan Lose yourself knuckle deep in me Dip yourself ball-heavy against me Hold my hips as I squirm your initials in the air Lick my pussy juice as it trails your throbbing shaft Your cock my fuck pole of delight that never ends Just don’t stop yet Panting each moan buck quiver whimper cry for this and that and yes and yes and oh fuck yes This moment of meeting and parting again and again inside and out upside and down I can only bite my tongue from begging you to stay to stay to stay one moan longer.
Listen, O drop, give yourself up without regret,
and in exchange gain the Ocean.
Listen, O drop, bestow upon yourself this honour,
and in the arms of the Sea be secure.
Who indeed should be so fortunate?
An Ocean wooing a drop!
In God’s name, in God’s name, sell and buy at once!
Give a drop, and take this Sea full of pearls.
– Rumi –