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fuck…

Dear Gentle Sir,

When you fuck me, don’t say we’re making love.

Just ride me. Let me ride you, my dark mane gone wild. Slip your need deep into the velvet caress of my throat. Mould my tits to your strong hands. Squeeze. Ply me open with your tongue. Sweat with me. Thrash your head side to side, try not to grip the pillows. Try not to get lost. Try not to want more. Try, with each groaning gasp to tell yourself this fuck is not who you are. Let all those fingers slip inside and pound my tender cum-spot. Make me ripe. This wet splashing over eyes closed, arched spines, clenched toes. A cock alive, dancing for more. Pumping. Pounding. Pulsating. All into me. Turning us each inside outside the other.

This is not love. This is more. And nothing like before.

Fuck,

Lola Moi xo

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now i’m seeing…

People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention
so you can change your life.

– Elizabeth Gilbert –

now i'm seeing

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little bits of light…

a little light

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 –

light at the end of the tunnel

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we say…

the moon's reflection

This is what we say:

There is nothing special about the way you make me feel.
A thousand thoughts have done it before.
There is nothing unique about the way you touch me.
A million dreams have done the same.

At least
this is what we say.

This is what we say
when the clouds shield moon from stars
and her from him
or him from her.

This is what we say
and we’re not wrong
as long as we say we’re right.

And as long as we stay in the clouds
we stay blind.
No matter the thousands or millions before
or after
we stay and never move.

This is what we forget:

We forget what moved us was his smell
after a day in the world without you.
We forget what moved us was her smile
how her touch found you in the forgotten secrets of your skin.
We forget how contentment feels listening to her voice
and feeling his hand take yours.
We forget that we can ask.
We forget that we can Be.
We forget that we can confess.
We forget that we are one another’s need.

We forget
that we are unlike any other
yet wholly like the other
entirely ourselves.
Matched.
Lost and found
until we find our way again.

I want.
I need.
I desire.
Yes.
I accept.

At least
This is what we say.

– Lola Moi –

seeing stars