carol on these bells…
the next showing…
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
— Federico García Lorca —
nothing but her soul to write about…
to enjoy and to be, and to do…
morning will cum…
… just give me ’til then.when the world gets quiet…
Have you ever seen someone – a stranger – who is so delectable to look at that you are compelled to imagine them naked? And once they are naked in your mind’s eye – as you ride the transit or stand in line to get your ticket – you find yourself coupling with them in the most tantalizing of ways… have you ever?
Well, this is what happens to me every time I see you. I am utterly compelled to ravish you. I am devastated with adoration. I am buoyed by the coupling that awaits us.
you know that sound…
an unquiet one…
Being adored… and feeling it.
Being wanted… and seeing it.
(It is possible… here in this moment, now.)
Being desired… and knowing it.
This is the pleasure beyond lust.
This is the hope beyond what has passed.
This is the glow in my eyes when I look at you.
Yes, at you.
we’ll need hours…
