you look like sex…
reunion…
a girl can dream…
muse…
When the muse comes to your bedside don’t tell her you’ll fuck her later.
– Allen Ginsberg –
i would rather…
la vita nuova…
In that book which is
My memory…
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words…
Here begins a new life
– Dante Alighieri –
more things that make me moan…
When my nipple hardens in your mouth.
Hearing your voice, husky and hot in my ear.
The way you watch me as I undress for you.
Your cum face.
Licking and sucking the length and width of your dancing cock.
Hearing your fantasies, making them happen.
To dress for you, without a bra and barely a pair of panties.
A hearty, deep finger fuck.
My long legs draped over your shoulders.
My lips barely tracing your body… all over.
Your sex smell.
Being completely still and naked in front of the other, barely breathing… watching the other.
Your hands gripping tight in my hair, on my hips, around my breasts.
Every time you blush.
When you undress me, slowly, gently, sweetly.
When you firmly, unapologetically hold my wrists above my head, pin them behind my back.
When your brow creases from need, from the intensity of our pleasure.
The nape of your neck.
Knowing what you think when you touch yourself.
Your secrets.
it’s time…
all i need…
And still, you find it hard to believe that with me, you can do as you please, that the pleasure is all ours,
that your mouth, your teeth, your firmness and your glorious, hot hard is exactly what I need.
