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make it your business to build fires…

I shaved my landing strip for you. Lying in bed now, I trace. The impossible smooth of my mound wraps all the way around and through to wherever I imagine your mouth wants to travel. I trace myself, recalling the width of your hands—warm like my moan.

I don’t spread my legs; I cross them so that my sleek, bold clit upstages my miles-of-smooth. I squeeze my thighs tighter and pleasure shoots down my long, lean legs. I squirm just so. You know. And when I close my eyes, I see you looking at me, staring into my big brown eyes with a hunger that stirs me to my every tip.

I flush with heat, with longing for your hot exhale on my velvety red and pink and darkest softest parts… the breath that parts my waters, that soaks my bed, that makes my throat catch with pleasured cries of “More. Oh, my fuck, please. More.”

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never too much…

(an inexhaustible list)

Your name, slipping like warm honey from my lips.
Your facial hair rubbing against my smooth thighs.
Bending over for you.
Your hot, warm mouth on me.
Reaching for you.
My legs spreading for you.
Lifting my hips, my ass, my whatever-you-want for you.
Our moans.
Eating me out.
Our eyes meeting in deepest heat.
Sucking you off.
The grip of my cunt walls before I cum for you.
Your pleasure.
Your fingers.
My please and thank yous.
Your beautiful, bobbing, throbbing thick for me.
My fuck-juice slick on my swollen lips.
The give and take of our pleasure.
My wet
All my fuck-wet for you.

All of it.

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i see like you hear…

i hear like you seeYour slightest touch gives me shivers. The barest-of-caress on my palm makes me moan in secret.

I try not to arch with pleasure.
(I can’t give myself away.)
I curl my toes and squeeze my knees together instead.

I look at our hands entwined.
I watch my fingers
spread and splay,
wrapped inside yours.

This is a luxury – your attention.
So tender sweet.
I swoon.

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(not so) easy to forget…

Dear Gentle Sir,

The first time I saw you naked, I wanted to climb you with a compulsion monkeys must have when they see a tall, glorious tree. I wanted to taste you in mango-sweet ways as one must suck and lick and test and devour divine succulence.

The first time I touched your barest of skin, I gasped.
I hope you always remember this fact.

The first time I saw you naked, I was already wet; every fold between my legs had been begging me to spread – they wanted you to hear how lovely your name sounds springing forth from inside me.  I was already saying “yes” to every dream you had.

The first time you touched me, I lost my breath.
I hope you never forget this fact.

Yours from the Beginning,

Lola Moi xo

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in excelsis deo…

in excelsis deoL

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LYour mouth on me is our secret glory.
Your mouth on me is a glorious moan.
Your mouth on me is exactly what I asked for.

Oh, how I long to sing your praises again.
Listen, you can hear me…

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to be dissolved…

Dear Gentle Sir,

I wonder what you would do if I were there now, with you? Would you want me? Would you trace the edge of each shiver you give me? Would you tease me with your hand or your tongue? How would you coax the first moan out of me… and then the third, the 17th, the 27th?

As I slip back into bed, I wonder these things. I wonder what it would take to make you hard? I slip out of my tank and lay on my tummy. I feel my breasts bulge against my weight, pressed hot atop my flannel sheets. I want you to see me. I want you to watch me lift my hips so I can slip out of my lace thong panties. I want you to finish the task when they get caught around my knees. Then, I want your gentle caress along my long legs so that I feel your firm desire. I want you to smell how wet you make me. I want you to lick your lips as you bend your knees, hold my hips, and spread me with your thumbs.

This pause we both take is its own kind of truth.

You underestimate the power you have, the lover you are. You hide such incredible fire inside; each spark of inspiration makes me moan and ache for you when you are gone. I am nothing special but with you, I become extraordinary. With me, you must explore… there are no limits. With me, you have a kind of permission that scares you; I know this, you know this. It frightens me, too, at times until I see you again – ablaze in all your glory – and I am reminded: holy fuck, are you ever beautiful.

Ah! And there it is: my first moan.

 

Not-So-Secretly Yours,

Lola xo