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heart need…

Sometimes…

The moon echoes back your name to me. It sounds in the deep back of my throat and echoes with the Pleasure of a thousand cums. You are the face I hold between my soft thighs, the heart I hold against my thrumming clit, the lips I ride into each sunset.

Tonite…

I sang to the moon and I sat with you in her light by water and wave, under tree and root. I am ceremony with you. The words we have yet to speak trace along the soft edges of my side boob. I feel your eyes on me and I reach for your hot hard need with a smile on my lips.

Always…

 

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when time is spent…

Once, I met a man and I very nearly came the first time he entered me. I rode this man but I didn’t love him; I loved how his cock made me feel. He filled me beyond anything I’d ever known before.

A bird sits on my windowsill.
It fluffs its feathers and waits for others to arrive.
It doesn’t look up at the sun.
It sees me through my window and it simply serenades.

Many times, I made a man I (once) loved cum. I looked into his eyes as we filled one another; I looked because I saw him for who he was and still found joy. His lies filled me beyond anything I’d ever known before.

Sometimes we sleepwalk
Daylight fluffs its nighttime wings and whispers.
Someone traces secrets in the air that we cannot quite hear.
We blind ourselves – as one with the deaf and dumb.

I cry your name in deepest pleasure. I pull you close and feel impossibly new.  The breath I once thought my own, rides the wind over water, through trees of cedar, under bark. I sit and see truth.

In life we are undone.
In waking-dreams we are made new.
With the right person, healing happens
But first, we must awaken.