No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,
sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,
dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding,
our animal passion rooted in the city.
― Adrienne Rich —
you are this glow of pleasure on my face…
Slide your tongue here, where I am softest.
Kiss me like you mean it.
Pin my arms above my head, nibble my neck
As you slide your thick need between my sweet, wet folds.
Hold my legs over my head and suckle me from ass to clit.
Don’t stop; I want you to make me moan.
Pull your cock out, free yourself, and give into my admiration.
Let me tongue you in those places you barely touch,
Have rarely given over to another.
Feel my hands on you; holding, pulling, caressing with my care.
Forgive my urgency, my need, my wet.
Believe every time I’ve ever adored you; there is no other story.
It may be the full moon calling us.
It may be the waves echoing memory.
After all, the moontide reminds us that past is always present.
There is no mystery or charm to the Why.
It may be the simple fact that you never left.
It may be the deepest truth that I am here because you are here
And you are you,
And you are enough.
We are worthy of our desire, of this union,
And of this heat that builds into fire.
In this, we are well-met.
Mirrors to the other in surprising ways.
It is not enough to be flesh; we are more
In this meeting of mind, body, and soul.
This, we know.
— Lola Moi —
rethinking the rulebook…
I’m pulled to her,
like air when I’m under water.
home…
tunnel vision…
The problem with looking for images for this blog is that on days like today, I simply cannot choose; you are everywhere. You are in me, on me, behind me. We are wrapped, splayed, spread. I am reaching, pumping, dripping. Together: under, beside, on top. And again: licking, moaning, squirting.
Lover, you are everywhere.
Each image, every video reminds me of what we’ve already done or fuels hope for what might yet be. And I am whipped into horny wet… here, where I sit. I soak my panties thinking about you. I rush home, I climb into bed, into the tub – anywhere I can be wet wet wet. And all I want is to cum with you – for you… and you, for me.
And you have no idea, my Sweet how sexy you truly are.
Truth is, these days are many – so fucking many days like today – when you are all my skin can think about. When I am overwhelmed with wanting you. When I know how well-met we are in that secret place the other needs.
For how complex things are, this is simple: I want you. And I know: you want me. Fuck, I want you more than I know how to say. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Just, fuck.
that’s what’s up…
I’ll be the church, you be the steeple.
You be the King, I’ll be the people.
While I was feeling such a mess, I thought you’d leave me behind.
While I was being such a wreck, I thought you’d treat me unkind.
But you helped me change my mind.
I’ll be the sun, you be the shining.
You be the clock, I’ll be the timing.
While I was feeling such a mess, I thought you’d leave me behind.
While I was feeling so upset, I thought the sun never shine.
Then I found Forever
Hey! Hey! love!
We’ve been best friends forever darling.
That’s’ what’s up!
Forever!
No matter what!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
That’s what’s up!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
No matter what!
You be the book, I’ll be the binding.
You be the words, I’ll be the rhyming.
While I was feeling such a wreck, I thought of losing my mind.
While I was feeling such a mess, I thought the sun never shine.
You be the bird, I’ll be the feather.
We’ll be the best of friends forever.
While I was feeling such a mess I thought you’d leave me behind.
When I was feeling such a wreck, I thought you’d treat me unkind.
Then I found
Forever! And Always!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
All the days!
Forever!
Come with me!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
All the days!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
All the days
All of our days
Yeah…
Love is a shelter.
Love is a cause.
Love goes on forever.
Yeah, Love will leads us all.
Love! It is our honor.
Love! It is our all.
Love goes on forever.
Yeah, Love it is our home.
Oh yeah!
Yeah! That’s what’s up!
Oh yeah!
That’s what’s up!
Yeah That’s what’s up!
– Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros –
this wind may blow the sun in…
Dear Gentle Sir,
There is the feeling when your cock falls into the back of my throat… when it pushes its way to the very most brink of my breath.
There is the feeling as the tears well up in my eyes… when you look back at me – no, into me – and we smile.
There is the feeling of pussy petals sighing, singing, spreading to make room for you… when my hard nipples make a different kind of mark than my scratches on your back and my heated bites on your shoulder.
There is the feeling of being held under sunsets that smell like summer fires… when you kiss my forehead and in braille, your lips write “I love you.”
Sweetly Yours,
Lola Moi xo