sleep deprived…
After a long day, I slip under the covers and…
gently remind myself where your tongue has been.
minor walking miracles…
Dear Gentle Sir,
My clothes got wet tonite thanks to an accidental post-work shower overflow. I managed to get my pants mostly dried. I chose to walk home under a throbbing moon without any panties on. With every step, I thot of you.
Thrum,
Lola xo
when the world gets quiet…
Have you ever seen someone – a stranger – who is so delectable to look at that you are compelled to imagine them naked? And once they are naked in your mind’s eye – as you ride the transit or stand in line to get your ticket – you find yourself coupling with them in the most tantalizing of ways… have you ever?
Well, this is what happens to me every time I see you. I am utterly compelled to ravish you. I am devastated with adoration. I am buoyed by the coupling that awaits us.
only perfect practice…
With you, intimacy colours my voice.
Even “hello” sounds like “come here.”
— Warsan Shire —
hidden sanctuaries…
you know that sound…
not his cuppa…
which matters little
so long as I am yours.
itself be written…
