—Myriam Fraga—
say my name like only you do…
heart need…
Sometimes…
The moon echoes back your name to me. It sounds in the deep back of my throat and echoes with the Pleasure of a thousand cums. You are the face I hold between my soft thighs, the heart I hold against my thrumming clit, the lips I ride into each sunset.
Tonite…
I sang to the moon and I sat with you in her light by water and wave, under tree and root. I am ceremony with you. The words we have yet to speak trace along the soft edges of my side boob. I feel your eyes on me and I reach for your hot hard need with a smile on my lips.
Always…