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final soliloquy of the interior paramour…


Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.

This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:

Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.

Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.

Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one…
How high that highest candle lights the dark.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.

– by Wallace Stevens –

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more things that make me moan…

When my nipple hardens in your mouth.
Hearing your voice, husky and hot in my ear.
The way you watch me as I undress for you.
Your cum face.
Licking and sucking the length and width of your dancing cock.
Hearing your fantasies, making them happen.
To dress for you, without a bra and barely a pair of panties.
A hearty, deep finger fuck.
My long legs draped over your shoulders.
My lips barely tracing your body… all over.
Your sex smell.
Being completely still and naked in front of the other, barely breathing… watching the other.
Your hands gripping tight in my hair, on my hips, around my breasts.
Every time you blush.
When you undress me, slowly, gently, sweetly.
When you firmly, unapologetically hold my wrists above my head, pin them behind my back.
When your brow creases from need, from the intensity of our pleasure.
The nape of your neck.
Knowing what you think when you touch yourself.
Your secrets.

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long hair…

long hair swishing on bare skin
feels like a poem
that’d make you blush
an exhale that pulses
invites
dimpled skin to rise and greet
the heat of a dawning thought
a promise
a sway of hips readying themselves
a curtain parting
a look over the shoulder
(without ever looking)
hand
tongue
eyes
languorous
being watched
wanted
feather-soft need
my back
my neck
goosebumps and nipples
satin thighs
in the middle of the bed
being held
offering everything
like
a promise
in other words
erotic
joy-filled
in the way
desire
beauty
love
can be

– by Lola Moi –

long hair

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always and ever…

Dear Gentle Sir,

The side of my breast is smooth, a rounded orb that fits perfectly in your palm. My inner thighs, smooth as silk, spread when I say your name.  My back in constant arch awaits your touch.  My skin trembles to hear your voice.  I love it when you go down on me; I am already wet for you.  Even when your appetite changes, mine does not; I only want you.

Always and Ever,

Lola Moi xo

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turn your back…

You must turn your back on me if:

  • you want a woman who does not moan and cry out.
  • you want a woman who does not get wet looking at you with your clothes on.
  • you want a woman who does not scream and buck and scratch her hunger.
  • you want a woman who is afraid to look you in the eye when you bury your cock/ tongue/ fingers deep inside her.
  • you want a woman who won’t tell you what feels good… what she wants.
  • you only want the missionary position.
  • you want a woman whose clit is not attached to her g-spot and vocal cords.
  • you want a woman who shies away from your tongue, teeth, and strong hands toying with her nipples.

You must focus your mind elsewhere if:

  • you do not want it sweet and loving.
  • you want a woman who does not want to please you.
  • you do not want to please a woman you adore.
  • you want a woman who does not know how to suck and fuck the best cums right out of you.
  • you do not want to share fantasies.
  • you do not know how to say “yes.”
  • you are afraid of feeling infinitely sexy when a woman wants you… all of you.
  • you have no hunger for intellectual and sexual exploration.
  • you don’t want a woman to dance for you.
  • you want a woman who hates romance and mystery.

You must let your heart turn cold if:

  • you want a false, fickle, judgmental friend in bed with you.
  • you do not want to give it hard and deep.
  • you don’t want to suckle and fuck and coo with lovemaking all night long.
  • you don’t want a woman to suck the cum out of you.
  • you want a woman to hide her body, her desires, her fears.
  • you don’t want to cuddle and kiss and hold hands.

You must turn your back on me if you believe there is a limit to sharing pleasure and all the things that make us moan.