Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
I touched myself tonite.
I fondled the softest parts of my moan.
I pressed so hard my breath caught.
I almost said your name.
Over
and Over
Again
My skin is silent, not because it has nothing to say but because it’s waiting for you to begin.
I’ve waited all day for this…
Suddenly missing your mouth…
I like how you do what you do when you did it and when you do.
You never know
what you need
until you lay eyes on it.
— Richard Wagamese
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold….
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hands, I used to hold
Since you went away, the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear ol’ winter’s song.
But I miss you most of all my darling,
When autumn leaves start to fall.
— Johnny Mercer —
in all that you are.
Give me odorous at sunrise
a garden of beautiful flowers
where I can walk undisturbed.
Your fingers know the many secrets of my pleasure.
Your mouth is the key to my sultry moans.
Your cock spreading my lips is a promise
you whisper with your eyes.
