Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
I discovered a depth of desire that will only ever echo your name.
And in this knowing, I touch my softest parts, again and again,
ever dewy from knowing the strength and tenderness of your touch.
I wait for your gaze to remind me of what was possible and what might yet be.
I open to you, flush with hope, wet with need, soft with moan.
Lover, come to me.
The creases of your body are sublime.
I want them. I want you.
Smell my need for your thickness.
I want your moan inside my lips.
I need this. I need you.
We have entered
each other’s atmosphere
In isolation,
the way a bee knows
The deep shadows
in the folds of a flower
But doesn’t know
what a bouquet is,
— Rowan Ricardo Phillips
my body is sacred —
do not bring your war here.
— Rune Lazuli
