Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
… when you pause, dick-deep in me, and look me in the eyes – probing my clit with your confident, curious fingers. You smile as I squeeze my tits and arch and moan with throaty pleasure.
Anything to hear me make this sound – that’s what we both know you’ll do.
That’s what I count on every time I undress for you. That’s what I long for when I slip past the waistline of my panties and caress my secret-smooth mound.
That’s what I need.
And more…
I need you.
She was a curious girl,
Who loved the smell
of old books,
chasing butterflies
and touching herself
under the covers.
— Michael Faudet —
Your slightest touch gives me shivers. The barest-of-caress on my palm makes me moan in secret.
I try not to arch with pleasure.
(I can’t give myself away.)
I curl my toes and squeeze my knees together instead.
I look at our hands entwined.
I watch my fingers
spread and splay,
wrapped inside yours.
This is a luxury – your attention.
So tender sweet.
I swoon.
L
L
L
L
L
but
I
wasn’t
blind.
Be helpless, dumbfounded,
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
To gather us up.
We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty
If we say we can, we’re lying.
If we say No, we don’t see it,
That No will behead us
And shut tight our window onto spirit.
So let us rather not be sure of anything,
Besides ourselves, and only that, so
Miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,
We shall be saying finally,
With tremendous eloquence, Lead us.
When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
We shall be a mighty kindness.
— Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi —
I’m pulled to her,
like air when I’m under water.
