letters to my lovers

Rain. 

I left the windows open last night because I wanted to listen to the rainstorm. It carried on all the way into the early morning with soft rumbles and flashes of light across the sky. It kept calm and was respectful enough to let me sleep last night. Subtle sounds of raindrops creating melodies against… Read More Rain. 

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To a man: 

The moment his words covered me gently, I felt flowers blossom on the tip of my tongue and my heart opened. The tenderness of his words grabbed parts of me the light never saw and the sensation of him swallowed me whole. The first time is always the sweetest but will not withstand without action.… Read More To a man: 

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Calloused. 

My hands are calloused. It’s been a tough week between work and workouts. Constantly gripping poles and bars. Trying to maintain balance and remained focus. I think how hard I was gripping the headboard tonight aided in the formation of this thick skin. Next time I’ll just hold your head.  The house smells of pasteles… Read More Calloused. 

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Rain. 

Afternoon showers. 
Wishing a warm body was next to me. 
This past weekend was beautiful. 
The night. The days. Kisses underneath white sheets. 
This weekend was love. 
Soft, just as this afternoons rain. 
Loud and demanding. 
We made love like an ending Summer’s rainstorm. 
We welcomed a new season. 
We welcomed a new us. 
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letters to my lovers

Contigo…

I get super horny and start fantasizing about all the naughty things I could do. With lovers. Sharing kisses with midnight skies. Creating new shapes with candles being poured. It’s tender and lustful with lovers. They only feed the desire. With him. It’s a satisfying type of hunger being cured. A mouth empty begging to… Read More Contigo…