careful what you wish for…
If you find a woman
with a wild heart
do not try to tame her.
You must adore her
recklessly, the way
she is meant to be loved.
Do not try to quiet her,
for her roars will reach
far and wide.
She has something
important to say.
Help her say it.
Do not get in her way.
She stops for no one.
Do not try to change
the path she has chosen.
Learn also to love the wind
and let it change you.
— C.B. Wild-Hearted Woman —
not afraid to use it…
fuck…
Dear Gentle Sir,
When you fuck me, don’t say we’re making love.
Just ride me. Let me ride you, my dark mane gone wild. Slip your need deep into the velvet caress of my throat. Mould my tits to your strong hands. Squeeze. Ply me open with your tongue. Sweat with me. Thrash your head side to side, try not to grip the pillows. Try not to get lost. Try not to want more. Try, with each groaning gasp to tell yourself this fuck is not who you are. Let all those fingers slip inside and pound my tender cum-spot. Make me ripe. This wet splashing over eyes closed, arched spines, clenched toes. A cock alive, dancing for more. Pumping. Pounding. Pulsating. All into me. Turning us each inside outside the other.
This is not love. This is more. And nothing like before.
Fuck,
Lola Moi xo
follow the light…
I have my version of this fancy.
It’s a poem of, oh, say sonnet-length;
it’s supple, undisrupted. It feels like this:
I close the door. (Behind it: gabble
and disjunction.) And I walk into the clear,
black night. I’m in a great arena. Nothing
can be seen – there may be nothing to be seen – except
of course for the ball on fire. That’s all I need.
That’s all: the darkness, and one burning sphere.
And I follow its light down the field.
-Albert Goldbarth –
before leaves fall…
Caresses, expressions of one sort or another,
are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree.
If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
– Nathaniel Hawthorne –
hand in hand…
round of hallelujahs…
crash into me…
I’m bare boned and crazy for you
When you come crash
Into me, baby
And I come into you…
Oh I watch you there
Through the window
And I stare at you
You wear nothing but you
Wear it so well
Tied up and twisted
The way I’d like to be
For you, for me, come crash
Into me…
Oh sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock and sweet you roll…
I swear, friend, don’t you know
I’m bare boned and crazy for you
Oh when you come crash into me yeah…
Crash into me
Crash into me
Crash into me
Crash into me
Oh I wanna play with you
– Dave Matthews –
his eyes…
To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.
– Janet Fitch –