A soft kiss placed in the right spot while wrapped gently but firmly in your arms… it is the gateway to all my pleasures. Your gentle touch is the inspiration of my depths. To be treated as precious inside your passion is the bloom of my ache. The everyday of our connection is more; it becomes the wild secrets that explode between us in the middle of the night—that keep us up into the wee hours when we are apart. Never underestimate what moves me to say “yes” to even the unspoken wishes you hoard; it is you and always will be.
open, unending, free….
even if it’s nothing…
I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages,
I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.
— Laura Whitcomb —
do the thing…
Available people are the ones who are dangerous,
because they confront us with the possibility
of true intimacy…
— Marianne Williamson —
the place where you live…
If you don’t break your ropes while you’re alive
do you think
ghosts will do it after?— Kabir —
wonderland…
tender thots…
L
L
L
the tenderest of thots
begin in secret…
something opens our wings…
forever is composed of nows…
I wake to the memory of your body; kissing your back, your ass, your chest. My fingers running along your tummy and waist, under your shirt. Your smells. Our hands gripped tight in sweet, heated pleasure. My legs around your hips. My feet pushing against yours & in your mouth… the way you look at me when we kiss… of being in your arms, tracing your width, wrapping my arms around you.
Even when I’m not even fully awake, my body yearns for yours. All I want is to feel that again – to feel you on my skin and inside me, to slide you between my lips, and feel you so deep. Fuck. Here in bed, naked for you, you make me moan, like, out loud. And I want you to hear me, to watch me take my time, and hold me as I buck: fuckfuck fucking hot fuck.
Hit the snooze button.
Hit it hard.
Yes, hard.
Harder.
Fuck, yes.
H…
like a button…
With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.
– Frank Sinatra –
