Trinity has been a busy little bee.
Doing exactly what the picture depicts. If you have followed my blog at all--ever, you'll notice many-a bitter-sweet poems about lust, love and broken hearts. I don't know what to say to that--the fella who broke my heart is now mending it within the parochial and provincial confines of marriage. Ha.
But don't worry...
my libido is alive and well.
And I'm coming......
back.
paix,
Trinity
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Just Talk
I heard a little bird tell me
that naughty little thing
right in my ear last night.
and while the folds of skin between my thighs
shot out the creamy flood of
atonement
for all of those wild, dark things
whispered into the wild, dark spaces-
I called out an inextricable vow,
a declaration, if you will
to stay here
be here
wander only within the confines of my words
your words;
and they throbbed through me,
stroking the inside of my cunt like a syrup
trickling down my slit.
as I open my ears to receive you
I close my mouth to possibilities
nestled in the copious cinema of my brain,
that place where it all happens;
that cinematic wink of something passing through me
like silky musk,
creamy and slick
only to be devoured
by my closed and aching mouth;
only to be devoured
with my words.
(c) Trinity Wolf
