All night you waited for morning,
all morning
for afternoon,
all afternoon for night;
and still the longing sings.
—Ruth Stone—
A taste of you slipped
into me
like moonlight in a
locked church.
—Janet Lees—
Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
Have you ever seen someone – a stranger – who is so delectable to look at that you are compelled to imagine them naked? And once they are naked in your mind’s eye – as you ride the transit or stand in line to get your ticket – you find yourself coupling with them in the most tantalizing of ways… have you ever?
Well, this is what happens to me every time I see you. I am utterly compelled to ravish you. I am devastated with adoration. I am buoyed by the coupling that awaits us.