I lift my ass just a little, just enough for you to see the edge of my lips, just enough for you to make me shiver with anticipation when you lick my petaled edges. I spread my legs this wide so that the every time you’re alone with your glorious cock, y
ou will remember every moan I’ve ever made with you: fucking me with your eyes, your wink, your smile, your cock tip, your fingertips, your tongue tip, your every length and width deep inside me and mine, your mouth your mouth your mouth, fucking me into moaning me into loving me with every hungry touch. I want you now like I wanted you then, doing things that you’ll never forget… ever.
carry the sky on your back…
I had to change my panties today when I arrived home; I’d been thinking about you. Trying not to think about you made it worse and the warm, secret-gush of my pussy juice had soaked
through. Even now, after changing into fresh lace, I can smell the lingering aroma that’s dried on my fingertips along with a knuckle.
And I think about your mouth, your whiskers pressed deeply against the silky folds of my cunt. Your nose pressed against my trimmed mound. I inhale deeply and as I walk to the sink, I think about you: when you latch on and suck
and suck
and suck…
until light.
poetry in motion…
We spoke all night
in tongues,
in fingertips,
in teeth.
— Robert Haas —
the wettest county…
homage…
we dance like we mean it.
the truth about forever…
We lay claim to
who we were
in another’s arms.
We paint pictures
to remember.
When what matters
is that I still shiver
after I cum
because your smile
is waiting for me.
follow that dream…
cara bello…
The weighty bob of your
beautiful hard cock
thrills me
into worshipful silence.
even if it’s nothing…
I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages,
I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.
— Laura Whitcomb —
not a dream, a memory…
Dear Gentle Sir,
We met again in my dream last night. (It’s been some time.) Pressed tightly together, wrapped safely in your arms, we kissed. Your lips and tongue caressed mine with a passion so sweet I wanted to cry.
I realized long after waking, while walking with tender thots of you, that our dream-kiss was an echo, a memory of where we once were together: a first time of a certain kind that awakened a hunger in me I have yet to satisfy.
Beautiful man, sweetest of lovers, you make me sigh.
Dreaming Awake,
Lola xo