I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye
— that was the trouble —
I wanted to kiss you goodnight.
— Ernest Hemingway —
Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
I wore a skirt today.
Had you put your hand between my legs
I would have moaned quietly
In the back of my throat with low, soft cries
And looked you square in your beautiful eyes.
I wore a pair of lace panties today.
I almost didn’t, though.
Had you slipped the lace to the side
You would have felt warm, silky lips
Licking your finger tips.
I wore the memory of you
When I slipped away “for a moment.”
Had you only been there.
Each moan undressed me, my gasps commands
As my throbbing clit fed hungry sex to my hands.
Chorus:
I came three times today.
But there you were inside me.
I came three times today.
And there I was astride you.
I came three times today.
As you cried out beside me.
— Lola Moi —
… your full, kissable mouth.
show me.
… your clever tongue.
squirm for me.
… your sweet, thick clit.
harder, deeper.
… your inner thighs of silk.
ravish me.
… your beautiful, beautiful cunt.
let me watch.
… your hungry eyes.
spread wider.
… your eager ass.
devour me.
… your gorgeous long hair
soak me.
… your pretty pussy.
fuck me into frenzy.
fuck, yes.
… yes.
cum with me
… yes.
moan.
… oh, moan.
Dear Gentle Sir,
I want to be the reason your breath catches and you wonder where to start.
I want to be the reason your lips part.
I want to be the reason your cock swells from there to here.
I want to be the reason you do not fear.
I want to be the reason when you’re so hard, you have nothing more to say.
I want to be the reason you moan in the middle of the day.
I want to be the reason you rip your clothes off, leaving them in a pile.
I want to be the reason when you smile.
I want to be the reason your toes curl and heels dig into the foot of the bed.
I want to be the reason why you grip an edge and in amazement shake your head.
I want to be the reason your tongue and tips slide along my silken leg.
I want to be the reason when you reach for me and beg.
I want to be the reason why you say “no” to her/ them/ it and “yes” to me.
I want to be the reason, you see.
Smoothly Yours,
Lola Moi xo