Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
— Wendell Berry —
i’d love to, but only with you…
all roads lead home…
The day will be what you make it,
so rise, like the sun,
and burn.— William C. Hannan —
the simple things (a beginning)…
… your hand moving hair out of my eyes.
… your mouth kissing me deep, and then deeper.
… your eyes tracing my shy curves.
… your jaw tightening as I writhe in delicious agony.
… the sound my skin makes on the sheets as I spread my legs wider for you.
… the way my nipples push against innocent material.
… the sway of my hips as I walk towards you.
… the way I cover my mouth as I belly laugh.
… drinking your smell in when I hug you.
… your finger dancing with my tongue.
… my big brown eyes looking up at you, seeing you.
… my dimples.
… our blush.
… watching your cock dance.
… your broad back under my fingertips.
… your first moan of many.
… our hands clasped tight.
… our legs entwined.
… looking deep into your eyes.
… my mouth opening to take you in.
… my hands reaching for you.
… laughing with you.
… your fingers slipping between my folds, looking for my wet.
… my smell that lingers after you hold me.
… your voice in my ear.
… tracing you down to your waist.
…. washing every inch of you.
… our breath holding when your beautiful hard first touches me.
… laying beside you and caressing your chest.
… hearing you say “yes.”
i watch you without blinking…
Coiled inside the heat of my heart
quivers a velvety shadow of desire
I peel back time
I fold the edges of now
I uncrease the frown of hurried tomorrows
All to see you
Neither of us flinch.
– Lola Moi –
resolutions…
in the light of thy countenance…
Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them – we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.
– Brené Brown –
it’s the trumpet…
hooked…
the auberge at bay…
You walk ahead of me in the hallway
look over your shoulder and
reach for me
with your left hand.
I have to skip to catch up
to your long legs.
Your reach is unexpected
and the way your eyes find me
in the moment before
I take your hand
my heart skips a beat
too.
For some reason
these tiny moments
the way you ask for me
and the way
you hold me as we walk
(if I may be so bold)
delight
and soothe me
reassure me
even satiate me
in the way that one
discovers themselves content
with exactly the right dessert.
All this in spite of
the pull
and ease
of my acceptance
all this despite
one simple truth:
I don’t want you to leave
your absence is
it is
the very last thing
I want.
You enter the elevator
gorgeous broad back to me
I whisper
your name
I tuck you into my secrets
as I wish
and want you
to reach for me again
and take me
guide me
on our way to bed
naked
safe
ready.
As the doors of the elevator pause
I reach for you
inside myself
I want to drink deeply
and allow the hunger
to be seen
I want your nose against
my skin
but not like that time before.
This time will be different.
Because with me
you can be most like yourself
it is my gift to you
no hiding
apologies unnecessary
even forbidden
as you remember
the heat you are
you will forget
how or why you ever said “no.”
You will hear your power
harmonize and crescendo
with mine
my moans
and cries.
You will delight like I do in
our sweet – nest
you will believe
you will reach
and embrace the beauty
that you are
that I already see in you.
For the briefest of moments
you will understand why
I can’t resist you.
And we will kiss.
Even as your back turns
even as the doors
seal away your smile
for who knows how long
(time and space have now
turned against me)
I stand there
breathless
already missing you.
And all you did
was reach for me
in the way you do
but it seems
that was enough
to find me.
– Lola Moi –