taste the taste
I wanna taste the taste.
The taste of pure passion.
An overall state of scents and flavors.
I want to taste myself and then you too.
I want to smell the all of you and myself on you.
I want your fingers in my mouth.
I want to suck on them, sensual, sloppy sucking, softly, but hard enough, wet, playful, looking at you.
Masturbate while doing all of this.
the red silk cuffs story
I have this fantasy.
For about a long long time now.
It’s about red silk cuffs.
I call it my red silk cuffs story.
And it goes something like this.
Are you familiar with velvet?
You know that very soft beautiful fabric,
with a beautifully subtle shine?
And do you know the color powder pink?
The kind of pink that makes you warm, soft, not too conspicuous, but really eye-catching?
Combine these two and you get a very nice little velvety powder pink bodysuit.
Can you picture me in front of you, wearing this?
Can you see me? I’m right here, baby.
What do you see?
Wait. I will put it on for you while you watch.
where the streets have no name
How I wish for us a city.
A city full of joy and laughter,
Naughtiness, sex and in no need of sleep.
Where the streets have no name.
And nobody knows us.
One that’s beautiful and becomes even more so, just because of you.
Where we can laugh, dance, shine. Together.
Light, colors, scents, purely enjoying.
Beach and sex on repeat.
I know a girl named Lana.
She has the very most beautiful smile.
And the greenest eyes.
Even greener than mine.
It is the kind of green of passion fruit.
Not for nothing one of my favorites.
Her lips are full and round.
Cobalt blue is my favorite color.
It’s the color of the sky, just before it gets dark. Have you seen it?
It’s just after the sun goes down and twilight comes in and it is beautiful.
I once read a poem by Pablo Neruda in which he writes about love and that reminds me of the the kind of color of the sky I mean.
‘I love you as certain things are loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul’.
I find that so beautiful, like I’m in a twilight zone. As if I’m really there. Peaceful and quiet.
Close enough to see you, but do I find you too? And even more, can I feel you?
Hey, you there, with your beautiful smile. I can see you.
Would you care to join me for a bath?
One that’s foamy and oh so nice and warm?
A bath gives comfort and loves us.
We are able to be in the bath.
From a true love bubble, to multiple choice.
All I really want for you right now, is to wash me.
(what’s the story) morning glory
I was dreaming when I wrote this. Picture this.
The sun is up, the sky is blue, light shines in, but it still feels like dark too dark to see, because bitterly cold.
I can hear the wind, it’s always here, blowing in my mind. Mercilessly sometimes, but mostly some kind of wonderful.
It’s early in the morning and I hear all kinds of birds. Whistling their songs, rich and complex at the same time.
A variety of sounds take over my thoughts and suddenly I’m elsewhere.
I’m there where spring is.
In all her glory.
I can feel it in my body.
As if I’m wonderfully sensitive and everything, I mean literally everything, feels, smells, tastes like more. You especially, especially for you.
If I could look beyond your face, and photograph your hidden place, would I find you smiling in the picture?
Will you show me how you think, experience and feel?
How your world is different from mine or maybe also not?
Will you let me see what makes you laugh, will you allow me to reach out and touch your heart?
Will you show me when you’re in ecstasy?
And what turns you on, in a inner most sensual horny way?
the day after the night before
I wake up and it takes a little while before I realize where I am and I remember how I got here.
I look around and see remnants of what was one hell of a crazy party. My birthday party. Celebrated with all my friends and then with you in our own private way. In your house. On your kitchen counter, in your bed. Is where we’ve ended.
When I look around, I notice various sex attributes and accessories, lubricant, poppers, an empty bottle of champagne and your underwear.
I wore only a little tight dress last night, no bra and no panties. What to do or what to wear when I go home, is a concern for later.