the way you touch me
lightly
pressing
tracing my shivers
drives me wild
soak me wet with desire
i will not stop you
i will only want
your touch is divine
you leave me wanting more
– Lola Moi –
another world…
There is another world, but it is in this one.
— William Butler Yeats —
you cum to me in dreams…
You are the colour of wheat. The hairs on your arm make me think of grass and singed hay and I smile when your cool touch reminds me of dirt. I don’t know why but I like you. I like us. I want to belong to you. I want this to matter. I want you to smile at my arm resting beside yours and forget this place where I live. This silky that rolls over and about my bones, that slithers over my blood, that sighs and lolls about in the hot glare of other men’s eyes.
i prefer you…
Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you are
the center of all my labors and my loves.
If I’ve wept for you so much, it’s because
I preferred you among so many outlined joys.
— Rainer Maria Rilke —
There is a moment…
This
There is a moment
just before
you touch me
enter me
when we call a truce with time
and gasp
into that moment of
divine breath
every secret
opens and blossoms
inside that still beat
. . .
a promise about to happen
– by Lola Moi –
sigh…
Breathe my name with your sigh.
our hands…
I want you to make love to me. I want to hold you, feel our fingers entwined. I want to squeeze your strong hands while I cum. I want you to feel the beautiful power you are within me.
always and ever…
Dear Gentle Sir,
The side of my breast is smooth, a rounded orb that fits perfectly in your palm. My inner thighs, smooth as silk, spread when I say your name. My back in constant arch awaits your touch. My skin trembles to hear your voice. I love it when you go down on me; I am already wet for you. Even when your appetite changes, mine does not; I only want you.
Always and Ever,
Lola Moi xo