Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
I have given myself to you. Wrapped in the softest skin. Every lick, sniff, suck, suckle, kiss, nibble, bite, caress, grip, pound, spread and stretch opens a portal to my tenderest of gifts, my most passionate giving, my sweetest trust. An offer. An invitation. A promise. I swell to your smell, your moans, your need. I meet myself in the depths of your gaze, in the pause of your voice. Even now. Even still.
Your name is a roar
deep in the pit of my need.
You can’t go back and change the beginning,
but you can start where you are
and change the ending.
— C. S. Lewis —
My thanksgiving is perpetual.
— Henry David Thoreau —
Without meaning to,
he’s disarmed me,
with kisses that soothe
and alarm me.
In arms that terrify
and calm me.
— Lang Leav —
Once, I grew moody and distant.
I told my life I would like some time,
I would like to try seeing others.
In a week, my empty suitcase and I returned.
I was hungry, then, and my life,
my life, too, was hungry, we could not keep
our hands off our clothes on
our tongues from
Bring me your skin, wet and warm.
Give me your weight, full and long.
Carry me, my long legs wrapped ’round you.
Let me taste you, shivering with ecstasy.
My crotchless panties are black lace.
They rest lightly on my skin.
I like it that way:
all the easier for you to slip into me
and all my thrumming, hot, hungry wet.
Fuck, I want that.
Right now.
Moan.
