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cumming into your own…

… our battle cry for authenticity and the ideas it creates about who we are can sometimes serve to guard us against vulnerability. These places we call “in-authenticity” may just be the edges, or the uncharted territories, of who we consider ourselves to be. Consciously going to the edges of what we feel is “authentic” may actually be an opening to increased possibilities…

– necessary shenanigans, “the practice of play” –

cumming into your own

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siren song…

elsewhere
later
under cover
breast against your ribs
still warm
ripe
she enters our room
on windless calm
the fertile earth
and spreading plain
of her promised land
whispers
(and how the lyre plucks)
across continents and over seas
lapping
lapping
lapping
waves of heart’s content
bound tight ’round her mast
sail on
a wiser man
and leave me sleep

– Lola Moi –

her promised land

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try a little…

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating
For things that she’ll never, never, never, never possess, yeah yeah
But while she’s there waiting, without them
Try a little tenderness (that’s all you gotta do)

– Otis Redding –

try a little

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funk this…

Dear Gentle Sir,

Thinking about:
Fucking your brains out.
Right after I make sweet love to your cock with my mouth.

Or how about this:
We fuck like fiends.
Like lovers.
Like passion-freaks.
Like Trust in heat.

Let’s make the rounds a few times.
Until we end disheveled and tender, with a deep pussy fuck.

Subtlety be damned.

Lola Moi xo