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if…

Dear Gentle Sir,

When I say your name, my heart rumbles
much like a lion roars when it knows it’s right.
If only we could know the future, we might roar more.

xo

if freckles were lovely, and day was night
and measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie
life would be delight
but things couldn’t go right
for in such a sad plight
i wouldn’t be i

if earth was heaven and now was hence
and past was present and false was true
there might be some sense
but I’d be in suspense
for on such a pretense
you wouldn’t be you.

if fear was plucky, and globes were square
and dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
things would seem fair
yet they’d all despair
for if here was there
we wouldn’t be we.

— e.e cummings —

how to keep being…

how to keep being
Where we go from here…
might not be boring.

perhaps you will…

I just want you to lie still. Naked, in front of me. I want you to let me look at you, really look at you in all your glory. I want you to see my acceptance. I want you to see my delight. I want you to see my desire for the man you are, lying before me. Don’t close your eyes while I tenderly trace your skin. Be prepared for when I look into your eyes so that our souls may lock even as my fingers and hands continue their journey along your various lengths and widths.

You are glorious. Your giving heats my cheeks. Your quiet moans and wild eyes soak me through. You are so fucking beautiful when you are… this. I could spend all day like this with you.

And what textures you are! Touching you like this, like your lover, quickens my breath. Your body’s dance is my song. Soon we will sing and our cries will crescendo and harmonize and in sweaty disarray, I will let you watch me cum and beg you to join me.

I hope you will.

perhaps you will

i pray you, tell…

If I said, “Yes. Oh, God, please. Yes…”
and spread my velvety thighs before you, what might happen?
Where might you start?
When might we end?

i pray you, tell
Please.

he said…

Fuck, I want you wet.

set fire to the rain

magic to make…

“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper,
irresistible— magic to make the sanest man go mad.”

– Homer –

the lover's whisper

serenade…

serenade

an important conversation…

The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin.
This is the most important discussion you can ever have.

– Iain Thomas –

a conversation

dive for dreams…

dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind)
trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars walk backward)
honour the past
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at the wedding)
never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for good likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth)
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves, since doom
(with white longest hands
neating each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds
-before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.

– e.e. cummings –

slip inside

temple storm…

storm-strewn & slick
raven tendrils
plaster temple walls
lusty incantations moan
pillage
compel
revolutionize
disciples to the cause
spread the velvet dawn
eke out the rites of spring
‘tween sheets sodden with seed
sing
sing
a song of songs
my lover
my sweet
sing to me a new song
storm-strewn & slick
sing

– by Lola Moi –

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