When you don’t ask but I do it, anyway.
deeper, farther, under…
I am on my back
—waiting to be spread wide apart—
waiting for you to die with the sense of you
—the pleasure of you—
the sensuousness of you touching the sensuousness of me
—all my body—
all of me is waiting for you to touch
the center of me with the center of you.
—Georgia O’Keefe—
full as craving…
… along the creases of my softest skin.
screensaver….
Every woman I have ever loved has left her print upon me, where I loved some invaluable piece of myself apart from me — so different that I had to stretch and grow in order to recognize her. And in that growing, we came to separation, that place where work begins.
— Audre Lorde —
in excelsis deo…
L
L
L
LYour mouth on me is our secret glory.
Your mouth on me is a glorious moan.
Your mouth on me is exactly what I asked for.
Oh, how I long to sing your praises again.
Listen, you can hear me…
solstice spin…
Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind,
and you my friend,
my new fun thing,
my summer fling.
– K.D. Lang –
endings and beginnings…
I’m baaaaaack…
When he speaks into my hair, it is barely a whisper.
“… it’s never too late.
And there’s always a way to begin again.”
Autumn Doughton
magic to make…
“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper,
irresistible— magic to make the sanest man go mad.”
– Homer –
an important conversation…
The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin.
This is the most important discussion you can ever have.
– Iain Thomas –
another world…
There is another world, but it is in this one.
— William Butler Yeats —
