in your hands…

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I discovered a depth of desire that will only ever echo your name.
And in this knowing, I touch my softest parts, again and again,
ever dewy from knowing the strength and tenderness of your touch.
I wait for your gaze to remind me of what was possible and what might yet be.

I open to you, flush with hope, wet with need, soft with moan.
Lover, come to me.

 

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.

 

 

red rover…

red rover
When you place me in the position you most want me in…
In the position I want to be in…
We can share no deeper pleasure than this.

last night i sang…

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I’m fighting myself. I know I am.
One minute I want to remember.
The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting.
One minute I want to feel.
The next minute I never want to feel again.

— Benjamin-Alire-Sáenz —