spring showers…
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
– Langston Hughes –
so i might tenderly…
happy birthday…
feed your face…
intimate bliss…
inside outside…
If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
— Charles Bukowski —
put another dime in the jukebox, baby…
i bite my lip…
Your jaw aches when I touch myself. I pleasure myself until you moan… until you look me in the eye and groan your need. You bite your lip to stop yourself from begging… for a taste. Again and again I rub, squeeze, trace, pinch, dip and slide. You spread my legs, prop them up against your thick chest and broad shoulders; your licks and kisses trace along my leg, you suck my toes.
My gasps are echoes to my back arching, my hips swaying and lifting with each husky gasp and sweet sigh you make. My fingers dance and dip along my lips as they puff and fill with heat. You smell my wet, you hear it and you whimper. Your hand beats in time to mine, your cock now dancing to our shared rhythm.
Fuck, I want you. I am starving for you.
I want to taste you so badly, my jaw aches.
I bite my lip to stop myself from begging… for you to taste me.
– Lola Moi –
you say you like me…
You say you like me wet.
You say
You say you like me wet.
You say
And I spread
So you caress
And I arch
So you grip
And I bend
So you thrust
And I reach
Slow
Hard
Fast
Gentle
And I
So you
lick/squeeze/spin/suck/pound/flip/grind/inhale/watch/kiss/slip/spank/gyrate/dig/juice
And I
And I
And you say
And I moan
And you say
And in all my wet
We moan
– Lola Moi –
