I watch a hummingbird hover outside my window.
I sip tea.
I sit on benches, overlooking pristine nature scenes I cannot even fathom the making-of.
I finger myself and the crisp sound of linens crinkling as I spread my legs makes me gasp your name.
poppies…
But also I say this: that light
is an invitation
to happiness,
and that happiness, when it’s done right,
is a kind of holiness…
— Mary Oliver —
get a grip…
destined to be the sun…
There is a time for being ahead,
a time for being behind;
a time for being in motion,
a time for being at rest;
a time for being vigorous,
a time for being exhausted;
a time for being safe,
a time for being in danger.
— Lao Tzu —
stretched…
Pin me to my pleasure.
Keep me here, on the brink.
Each tremble, every quiver and spasm is your making.
I love this.
Don’t let me go; don’t stop.
I need you to please me like this again.
Watch me, trapped beneath you,
Lost in my body’s hot, swollen, wet euphoria.
we dance round in a ring and suppose…
L
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L
but the secret
sits in the middle
and knows.L
L
— Robert Frost —
dance me outside…
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ps: I can still taste you.