Simplify your need:
undress for me
even when I’m not there.
Touch yourself
with the same ardour
and caress that satisfies
itself on my soft roundness.
Pull your hard certainty out
in those moments of echo
that fear you may never
watch me cum again.
Such acts are a most complex
release into the Unknown
of what Completes us.
Like a cloud upstaging the moon,
memory shields us
in order to illuminate the point.
i want it…
All. That. Hard.
she was his home…
50 words for snow…
You called and shouted and burst my deafness. You flashed, shone, and scattered my blindness. You breathed odors, and I drew in breath and panted for You. I tasted, and I hunger and thirst. You touched me,
and I burned for Your peace.
― Augustine of Hippo ―
cradle and all…
And he loves her. He loves her like he can never grab enough of her between his fingers. And no matter how close he gets,
even when they make love, it never feels close enough.
— Iain S. Thomas —
like a button…
With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.
– Frank Sinatra –
an easy game to play…
my five fav words…
he said…
a time and a place…
