But also I say this: that light
is an invitation
to happiness,
and that happiness, when it’s done right,
is a kind of holiness…
— Mary Oliver —
poppies…
sappho’s last song…
[…] My burning
Flesh is yours; with a thousand coils let it be
Bound by you, let it rest in you, down at last
Let it sink, calmed and conquered
By your mighty kiss.
— Vittoria Aganoor Pompili —
tip of the iceberg…
To live in this world you must be able to do three things
To love what you love
To hold it against your bones
As if your life depends on it
And when it is time to let it go
To let it go.
Mary Oliver
making art is hard…
You will bite my bold nipples through my shirt. I will strip while you watch, leaving my panties for you. You will slowly slip my panties to the side, pausing to adore my smooth, swollen lips. I will spread my long, smooth legs as you press your tongue hot against my clit. I will buck against your teeth. You will suck some more. I will moan and grab your head, pushing you deeper into my slippery warmth. You will moan. I will echo so ardently you almost cum. Your face will fuck me wild. I will cum in your sweet, hungry, clever mouth. And neither of us will apologize.
one word against a thousand actions…
just…
tunnel vision…
The problem with looking for images for this blog is that on days like today, I simply cannot choose; you are everywhere. You are in me, on me, behind me. We are wrapped, splayed, spread. I am reaching, pumping, dripping. Together: under, beside, on top. And again: licking, moaning, squirting.
Lover, you are everywhere.
Each image, every video reminds me of what we’ve already done or fuels hope for what might yet be. And I am whipped into horny wet… here, where I sit. I soak my panties thinking about you. I rush home, I climb into bed, into the tub – anywhere I can be wet wet wet. And all I want is to cum with you – for you… and you, for me.
And you have no idea, my Sweet how sexy you truly are.
Truth is, these days are many – so fucking many days like today – when you are all my skin can think about. When I am overwhelmed with wanting you. When I know how well-met we are in that secret place the other needs.
For how complex things are, this is simple: I want you. And I know: you want me. Fuck, I want you more than I know how to say. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Just, fuck.
