Merry Christmas to you.
superlua…
Dear Gentle Sir,
I gasped aloud tonite (just now, in fact), thinking of you. The swell of my need arose sudden and sharp. I need your mouth on me. I want to be with you in all the ways that lovers know, in ways we have yet to know. There will only be “yes” between us… and the stories we weave with our bodies.
Over the moon for you,
Lola xo
what your voice feels like…
But I have no idea
what my voice does to you…
i wrote a good omelet…
I wrote a good omelet…and ate
a hot poem… after loving you
Buttoned my car…and drove my
coat home…in the rain…
after loving you
I goed on red…and stopped on
green…floating somewhere in between…
being here and being there…
after loving you
I rolled my bed…turned down
my hair…slightly
confused but…I don’t care…
Laid out my teeth…and gargled my
gown…then I stood
…and laid me down…
To sleep…
after loving you
— Nikki Giovanni —
a distant horizon…
L
L
L
L
L
L
a moment of light,
a held expression.
you are so much…
L
L
L
L
that it is breaking my heart.
L