We spoke all night
in tongues,
in fingertips,
in teeth.
— Robert Haas —
‘accidents’ happen…
minor walking miracles…
Dear Gentle Sir,
My clothes got wet tonite thanks to an accidental post-work shower overflow. I managed to get my pants mostly dried. I chose to walk home under a throbbing moon without any panties on. With every step, I thot of you.
Thrum,
Lola xo
pun intended…
Sometimes I insert us into porn photos and videos I see.
I like to think of you enjoying me.
I like to hear your breath in my ear – the sounds you make
when touching me pleases you more than you have words for.
when i am alone…
where shall we begin…
There is so much of everything
that my naked wants to do with your naked…
i pray you, tell…
If I said, “Yes. Oh, God, please. Yes…”
and spread my velvety thighs before you, what might happen?
Where might you start?
When might we end?
Please.