Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.
― Hermann Hesse ―
Dear Gentle Sir,
If I were your skin, I would be Bliss.
If I were your hands, I would never dress.
If I were your heart, I would give you exactly what you wanted… needed.
If I were your eyes, I wouldn’t take me off you.
To be your diaphram would be a breathtaking adventure.
And only Truth would fall from your mouth, if I were your tongue.
Your brain, could it comprehend the magnitude of my desire for you
would be confused to understand all this
curiosity
admiration
acceptance
I have for your flawed perfection.
If you were me, you would know joy
every time I looked at you
and heard your voice
or watched you walk
witnessing you being who you are in this world.
If you were my cunt, you would
swellandthrumandachewithdrip
Just like I am now
wantinglongingrememberingthinking of you.
Yes, you, gentle sir.
Always,
Lola Moi xo
Dear Gentle Sir,
Today
Let us call this a Beginning.
I do not know where our secrets will take us but I will lead or more:
I will follow your lead and we’ll see who follows.
And so…
i will suck that bone dry
my lips dripping
marrow hollowed
on knees doxologize
sweet hallowed mercy
carnal dew
come
o
cum
Ever yours,
Lola Moi xo