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is it something i said…

is it something i said
Every First is full with each Last.

The first time you traced my body with hungry hands over slippery cloth, I discovered a depthless passion. Your first touch on my nipples, made me wet for years. The first time the head of your gorgeous cock barely parted my swollen, panting lips, I heard the rush of your moan and I never wanted to rebuild that dam.

The first time you picked me up and placed me on the bed, I was lost for wanting all of you in every way. The first time you reached for my hand, I found myself. Your first cum with me made me cry; you were so beautiful. And you remain so. Even in the shadow.

I am what I am. Soft and wanting more of you. This need is not lip service; it is the broken dam, the swinging branch that holds the brass ring, the gasp of falling falling falling, the sweet smell of my wet soaking me, awaiting you.

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i see like you hear…

i hear like you seeYour slightest touch gives me shivers. The barest-of-caress on my palm makes me moan in secret.

I try not to arch with pleasure.
(I can’t give myself away.)
I curl my toes and squeeze my knees together instead.

I look at our hands entwined.
I watch my fingers
spread and splay,
wrapped inside yours.

This is a luxury – your attention.
So tender sweet.
I swoon.

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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.

 

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(not so) easy to forget…

Dear Gentle Sir,

The first time I saw you naked, I wanted to climb you with a compulsion monkeys must have when they see a tall, glorious tree. I wanted to taste you in mango-sweet ways as one must suck and lick and test and devour divine succulence.

The first time I touched your barest of skin, I gasped.
I hope you always remember this fact.

The first time I saw you naked, I was already wet; every fold between my legs had been begging me to spread – they wanted you to hear how lovely your name sounds springing forth from inside me.  I was already saying “yes” to every dream you had.

The first time you touched me, I lost my breath.
I hope you never forget this fact.

Yours from the Beginning,

Lola Moi xo