Tag Archives: naked

Soliloquy

Make me say things that I want to say with my pants On your bedroom floor.

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Ocean Ode

I want to take my Top off in front of the sea. I will point westward. 

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Nighttime Goals

I would like someone To touch my small tits tonight, Tasting the shadows.

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The Sandman, He Comes

Can you feel my heart Imagining your breath on The back of my neck?

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Luck Be A Lady

I’m ok being his lady #2. Sometimes. If I get to be lady #1 at my own convenience. I hope she satisfies him in my off time. I hope she puts great big smiles on his face. I hope she … Continue reading

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writing life

Sometimes I have to choose between writing and having sex.

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Love-Making

He strokes my back just the way I like. And then he doesn’t look at me. Head turned away. Laughing at my soul. That’s my kinda love. Puts the biggest smile on my face. Makes me cum all down my … Continue reading

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I hate cuddling.

His arms make me feel like a woman Wrapped in him, I fill myself. Without him, I have no container– spilt out and spread thin. Where I allow myself to be walked upon by all the others.

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Some Things Just End

Can I be her for a day? I like that girl. I like that image. naked & innocent forever. hold the picture of me. Beautiful Leave now while I’m still Exodus. …sleeping and unknowing of you. And leave me be … Continue reading

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End of Days (These Days)

I just sit here in bed and miss being touched and touching someone else. It is a type of aloneness I’ve never known before.

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