Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
I can’t see it your way, you can’t see it my way please,
Maybe we’re too close to see,
Open up and let it be, all that it can be
Sometimes, just a little bit of light,
Little bit of light, little bit of light,
Is what I need
You shut down your borders,
Close your eyes and throw your words around,
When everything gets hard to take,
You disappear and hide away,
And hope you won’t be found,
Sometimes, just a little bit of light…
– Martin and James –
I hope like a child
Windows of the sea
I hold these arms around you
Walls around me.
– E. K. –
It is often when night looks darkest, it is often before the fever breaks that one senses the gathering momentum for change, when one feels that resurrection of hope in the midst of despair and apathy.
– Hilary Clinton –
Caresses, expressions of one sort or another,
are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree.
If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
– Nathaniel Hawthorne –
We’d had the most perfect day, even though it was just any other day. We got back to your place in the evening, we sat in our pyjamas and drank wine, it was like ‘this is what we do.’
I was surprised when we climbed into bed together. I was overly aware that I’d stripped my face of all my make-up and that it was the first time you’d be seeing me without it. I turned the light off swiftly.
I lay there. I could hear you breathing quietly, my head felt fuzzy. Our elbows were touching. I was so aware of the feeling of your skin against mine. I slipped my hand into yours, I didn’t know if this was okay, but I needed you to know that I liked you sexually, romantically, infinitely. You held my hand and then you lightly stroked my fingers. We lay there for some time. I changed my position, you took me in your arms and enclosed me into your body. We couldn’t have gotten much closer. I could hear your heart beating, it was quick, and I liked it, because it made me think that you were nervous. I was nervous too. Our faces were so close, or noses grazed repeatedly. We could have kissed at any moment, but we didn’t.
I wanted you to kiss me so badly; I am desperate to know what it’s like. Then at that same I didn’t want you to kiss me, because then it would be over. You stroked my back softly, working your way down to my hips and back up to stoke my neck. It was innocent but I felt every single touch like a shock, my heart slammed against my ribcage. This seemed to last forever until we eventually fell asleep. I woke in the morning and you were close beside me, wide-awake. I felt like I never wanted things to be any other way than this. I also felt like this was a ridiculous thing to feel. I was overwhelmed with a sense of dread; thinking about getting out of bed to get ready for the day…
…I felt a deep sadness on the train home, I was going back to my regular life, which was fine two days prior, but now nothing about it seemed right. I wondered when I would see you again. I hoped that you were wondering too.
– Anonymous, via Thought Catalog –
after the curtain falls
and secrets begin
you look for the one you love
giving all you have
from what little you have left
dance with her, my love
dance with her and sing
and the curtain falls
after sighs begin
you hold the one you love
washing the night away
with wishes upon a star
dance with me, my love
dance with me and sing
when the curtain falls
and silence begins
even oceans have shorelines
and sandcastles are forever after
in this, a final bow
dance, my love
dance, my love and sing
– Lola Moi –
If she’s amazing she won’t be easy. If she’s easy she won’t be amazing. If she’s worth it you won’t give up. If you give up you’re not worthy. Truth is everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.
– Bob Marley –
elysian limbs
splay across cotton weave
seed-soiled sheets till
love-ruined fields
with each sun setting
dusky slow
a new beginning
steams
clinks
percolates beyond the frame
coaxing shadow out from under
dawn’s beaten brow
tangled looks between
dream-pale eyes
scour reservoirs
of dim remembering
looking for a sign
waiting for something
heaving forth the squee
darling, turn away
this touch
and thus touching
leads back
to then
when
before Lot looked back
crows fly west
only to murder what is left of light
– Lola Moi –