[…] My burning
Flesh is yours; with a thousand coils let it be
Bound by you, let it rest in you, down at last
Let it sink, calmed and conquered
By your mighty kiss.
— Vittoria Aganoor Pompili —
Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
Your 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.