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.
I will take you to a birthday evening where me and my friends ended up in a strip club. I thought by accident, but as it soon turned out that wasn’t the case. As is often the case with coincidence, that it’s not a coincident at all or it doesn’t turn out to be one.
I like them old-fashioned style (back then) smoky clubs, where the atmosphere is right, the women beautiful and sexy and above all sweet (for each other), the men gallant handsome and manly, you’ll hear erotic music and everything and everyone is thrilled of what’s yet to come. This is what a stripclub is all about, if you’re lucky to have found the one. As I know from experience, there are unfortunately also enough bad exceptions. But this was it. And then it al comes together, your birthday turns into an evening where everything is possible, because you’re celebrating, and you’re there and you want it and it’s fucking sexy.
I like to watch.
I like to see how you first notice her, in the crowd, how she makes your eyes shine.
I like to see how you make contact and the other way around.
I like to watch your body language, how everything is getting heated&happy for more to come. I can easily tell just by watching you.
I like to look at your mouths, when you laugh, but especially when you kiss.
Your tongue scan hers, but then, I hope rather quickly, its French kissing as if it were the city of Paris itself (imagine if the city of Paris could kiss).
Hands feel. Everywhere.
It turns me on. Seeing how you’re both so fucking horny. At each other.
It makes me hot soaking wet to see all the stages of your beautiful foreplay.
From a distance. But close by.
I want to see more.