He would get so mad, so uncharacteristically mad sometimes. I would look past it only because why am I tending to this man? This man who has made it very clear, crystal clear that this is simply a fair exchange. So what purpose would me healing wounds do? It’s been years. Some soft. Some hard.… Read More Lovers mistakes.
All day I’ve been wanting your hands all over me. I could feel them moving underneath my shirt and around my waist. Your hands there to just lift me up and bring me back down slowly. I could hear you in my ear whispering my favorites as my legs began to spread, ready for firm… Read More After the 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.
Written: November 16,2013 It’s the sensuality. The way you cup my breast and fill your mouth with my body. How freely your hands roam to places the candlelight cannot find tonight. The inhales. The gasps as newer places are discovered. The laughter shared as we venture off to this place we’ve been so many times… Read More Midnight lovers.
I am watching this movie and smiling. Like full on smiling because I still believe in love. I love love.I know you’re not supposed to worship or put the one you love on a pedestal. Never make them larger than life. Love them humbly and fully. Yea I get it. I am aware. I am… Read More Crazy. Stupid. Love.
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:
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.
I anticipate tiredness tomorrow. Fatigue. It’s thirty minutes to two and I’ve been counting the stars as they appear. Conversations shed by the light from the bathroom, nothing ever good comes at this time. We speak. We laugh. Nothing even matters in those moments. He asks what makes you feel alive and I can’t even… Read More Can I say this?
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. And… Read More Rain.
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…
I remember the summer’s heat that night. Earlier that day pointless conversations were pursued. Talks about why things just couldn’t continue. Why are things the way things were. About the fact that I am not yours. And you would never be mine. An uneven exchange of dialogue between lovers is always a complete waste of… Read More Summer’s heat.
It’s not anger or resentment or sadness that transpires after the story ended, no, it was more of an openness that emerged with unfulfilled fantasies. To have and to hold a body so unguarded, so desperate in the desire to feel submerged beneath a wave of emotional balance. Swimming together in a limitless pool of… Read More It’s almost the end of February.
I think in another lifetime it would have mattered. Chemistry is undeniable in lovers. It seeps through their movements, their words and their eyes. The one thing lovers can never do is admit their secrets. No words necessary. The body doesn’t lie. That passion, that intimacy and lips that are shared, are not just from… Read More A Lovers End.
Literally have not been able to focus on much this week but the many flavors this dark chocolate fantasy man must have. To have excited fingers trailblazing on undiscovered terrain. Mountains and hills untouched. Findings of dams ready to break and free the raging waters enclosed. What does that beard feel like? It looks smooth,… Read More Another pointless conversation..?
“What turns you on?” I wanna ask him as he points to the machine to ask if it’s on. I’ve been watching his ass since yesterday, when he came in the gym with that little ass tank top. I don’t know what they call it for men but he had in a tank top. Muscles… Read More Confessions of a horny gym goer.