There are some
who can live without wild things
and some who cannot.
— Aldo Leopold —
this and that…
Tonite, my pussy thrums. I will slip out of my sexy lace thong. I will slide along the warmth of my folds and marvel. (This amazes me: how soft am I!) I will slide my fingers along, around, inside and out pleasuring myself, thinking of this and that – attached to you. And the scent of my juices will sugarcoat the moans of each breathy cum I make.
yes or yes…
Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person.
It’s just the way they take you to a place no one else can.
— Unknown —
curiosity is the wick…
to fortify the morning…
It may be cliché but it’s true:
I awoke needing your mouth
on my clit…
feeling your beautiful hard
in my hand…
you are so much…
L
L
L
L
that it is breaking my heart.
L
when i sleep…
she was his home…
to nature’s hearbeat…
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where non intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but nature more…
— Lord Byron —
too little too late…
You can cut all the flowers
but you cannot keep spring from coming.
— Pablo Neruda —