Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
I like it when you take the lead. I like to know what you want and how you want me. I like to feel you guide your own pleasure when you it’s obvious you are following mine. I like it when your jaw clenches and your breath catches lightly. I like to be surprised. I like your hands on me. And in me.
I know the rest of you is soon to follow.
To be free is to be capable of thinking one’s own thoughts – not the thoughts merely of the body, or of society, but thoughts generated by one’s deepest, most original, most essential and spiritual self, one’s individuality.
— Rudolph Steiner —
Here I lie, warm under my covers
and yet, my nipples are so hard. . .
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 –
One of us had loved the other more perfectly, had watched the other more closely, and one of us listened and the other hadn’t, and one of us held on to the ambition of the one idea far longer than was reasonable, whereas the other, passing a garbage can one night, had casually thrown it away.
― Nicole Krauss ―
