just the facts…
the best is yet to cum…
I put my ass up to
bring out the best in you
we are the telling…
Here, in the deep of night, your body misses mine far less than mine, yours. A steady breath sleeps beside even as our hearts beat to the rhythm of invisible nighttime wings.
We chase dreams; it’s hard to believe we are good enough. And yet, this I know: I never shone brighter than when your eyes sang my name and your mouth made love to me. My hand in yours – a sleeping nest of starlings wrapped in starlight.
My thots creep through the dark along this cusp of morning; it is a solitary time and it is anything but quiet.
song for the mo(u)rning…
A
A
A
That early light burns most clear
and I am its brink
My song the breaking point…
always something there to remind me…
You beg for your dinner; your mouth sucks the marrow of each moan from me. My hands reach for the promise burgeoning between your thighs. You pulse with ache, marking each and every grind until you are so thick my fingers simply cannot meet around the heat of your shaft. What surprises me is your length… and girth. And at full salute, you are profound. You are glorious. You blush when I say so and my pussy gushes with pleasure. Pushing past the grip of my hungry lips, I am breathless with how you fill me… and all I can think is “again.”
words that undress you…
satiate the solitary
your purpose…
The purpose of human life is, no matter who is controlling it,
is to love whoever is around to be loved.
– Kurt Vonnegut –
beads…
a leg up…
We can only be said to be alive in those moments when
our hearts are conscious of our treasures.
– Thorton Wilder –
