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al(l)ways…

Dear Gentle Sir,

Before I fuck your brains out, I will kiss the palm of your hand and gently suckle your neck, just behind your earlobe.

Before I make your toes curl, I will wrap my tongue around your balls and hum my moaning need to feel you burst with cum inside me.

Before you watch me arch and squirt my pleasure all over your hand, I will ride and slide my slit along your cock with my hands pressed against your chest.

I will moan your name like a growl. I will moan your name with every buck and tug and pound. I will moan your name to the beat of my every pleasure. How we will dance together under this full moon!

Before you wake, I will fuel your dreams with memories so potent you will weep not to find me there.

Always, in all ways,

Lola xo

tucked in the heart…

It is a dangerous thing to follow your hearttucked in the heart
because that is where you will find me,
tucked inside.

 

 

just one look…

This is exactly how it feels

just one look

when I see you.

the best preparation…

You don’t need to be inspired to write a poem.
You need to reach down and touch the thing
that’s boiling inside of you
and make it somehow useful.

— Audre Lorde —

we are casual in our arrival…

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To the uninformed, we are two people, neutral in our delight, calm in one another’s company. No one could guess that deep in the night (during the hours that bewitch the morning), you lick your finger and feel the texture of my juice. Still. Unlike your tongue, no one knows quite how my clit swells. Unlike your eyes, no one has seen me bend and beg and coo and ride us both to freedom. Few could paint with words the way you draw me deeper into these noises I make – like velvet grinding into steel. It is impossible for anyone to know the ease with which we sit together over a meal or a drink – every syllable our eager fuck, our sweet love-making in every swallow.

ride the wind…

ride the wind

 

The wheat feels the shucking of its chaff as puffs of pleasure shoot and sprinkle into wild air. Rub. A sigh slides by.

We ride with abandon, parting paths with whetted tips and slickened lips. We ride.

Harvest the secrets of my heart, wrap them inside words that feel like song. See me as I am: wanton with wanting you.

 

 

even if they’re all looking at me…

even if they're all looking at me
I’m still looking at you.

SinfulSunday

what your voice feels like…

That’s how it’s done.
what my voice does to you…

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