and under gilded blue
sweet shadow of what might yet be
damp ambition
none escape its serenade
so wrap around and sing along
send out the call
and the answer will be
– Lola Moi –
the unexpected touch…
… is bliss.
hunger games…
if you don’t mind…
long hair…
long hair swishing on bare skin
feels like a poem
that’d make you blush
an exhale that pulses
invites
dimpled skin to rise and greet
the heat of a dawning thought
a promise
a sway of hips readying themselves
a curtain parting
a look over the shoulder
(without ever looking)
hand
tongue
eyes
languorous
being watched
wanted
feather-soft need
my back
my neck
goosebumps and nipples
satin thighs
in the middle of the bed
being held
offering everything
like
a promise
in other words
erotic
joy-filled
in the way
desire
beauty
love
can be
– by Lola Moi –
yes
