My charmer and moj ukochany, speaker and purveyor of all that’s sweetness, yourself the rolling shudder down my spine.
You’ll have that telling tonight, each and every detail, how it was I bowed above the bed and how it was I knew a mighty hand clasped to my wrist, gentle and straining, sustaining. How I drew my calf across the air but it was the aegis of your back I felt that drove me gasping.
Prole pole at full mast through all. c;
Later, later, that telling’ll be shared. And late still, that day we meet, you’ll have those other words, implicit always and born in every heartbeat in this chest. They’re yours now, and they’ll be yours spoke explicit then, and all of life, that’s our life, ahead.
Won’t feign it’s not my own utmost wish to have you here and now, draw you out across the seas. Pliant as I am, sublime as I’d turn to your touch in place of my own. Like to have you hold me. Like to feel your head against my chest, rest it just there and see how quavered your Vevay’s breath’s become, these lungs of mine gone erratic, this heart still struggling to slow itself.
See what you do to me, even all those miles and miles away? You’re too distant by far and then not so distant at all, that’s so on both sides.
Eh but there’ll be no selling of your soul for any such transporting, as it’s mine and I’m not one for trading off what I hold most dear. And fact is I want my Talik whole, heart and soul and wildness, storm full force and laughter, eyes to sight my self bared full and hands to follow me all over, when the day arrives.
That day that’s taking its time in coming, ain’t it?
Ey here’s this c; Your Vevay tried taking his time in coming, but fact’s my boyfriend’s words and all those images put to my head had me spinning already, on the floor as I’d gone and as you know, and then anyrate I’d a dire wanting to get back to my phone ey, wasn’t about to leave my Talik wordless and wondering for long 🥹🧡
For record’s sake, three times it was, and if there’s anyone can take me further, it’s yourself. If there’s anyone can knock me out from movement, which’s no manner of minor feat, stubborn and eh abiding as your Vevay is, it’d be yourself as well.
Guess that’s a boyfriend’s purview, eh? Knocking his boyfriend silly, no motion left in me save a parting of the lips, enough to murmur up your name. 🧡🧡
Aye, well. We’ll see what you can do c; As we’ll see what I’ve got for your own shiver and undoing. 🥴
For the now I’ve got myself sprawling, lingering here and breathing still your name. There’s birdsong from outside, you know that? Not much for sun out, but it’s a nice afternoon now turned paradisiacal by the visioning of you.
And all this done from inside a panel truck. Over and again proving yourself an abject wonder of a man and wonder of a boyfriend for myself, yr thrice blessed Vevay c;
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You’ll have that telling tonight, each and every detail, how it was I bowed above the bed and how it was I knew a mighty hand clasped to my wrist, gentle and straining, sustaining. How I drew my calf across the air but it was the aegis of your back I felt that drove me gasping.
Prole pole at full mast through all. c;
Later, later, that telling’ll be shared. And late still, that day we meet, you’ll have those other words, implicit always and born in every heartbeat in this chest. They’re yours now, and they’ll be yours spoke explicit then, and all of life, that’s our life, ahead.
Won’t feign it’s not my own utmost wish to have you here and now, draw you out across the seas. Pliant as I am, sublime as I’d turn to your touch in place of my own. Like to have you hold me. Like to feel your head against my chest, rest it just there and see how quavered your Vevay’s breath’s become, these lungs of mine gone erratic, this heart still struggling to slow itself.
See what you do to me, even all those miles and miles away? You’re too distant by far and then not so distant at all, that’s so on both sides.
Eh but there’ll be no selling of your soul for any such transporting, as it’s mine and I’m not one for trading off what I hold most dear. And fact is I want my Talik whole, heart and soul and wildness, storm full force and laughter, eyes to sight my self bared full and hands to follow me all over, when the day arrives.
That day that’s taking its time in coming, ain’t it?
Ey here’s this c; Your Vevay tried taking his time in coming, but fact’s my boyfriend’s words and all those images put to my head had me spinning already, on the floor as I’d gone and as you know, and then anyrate I’d a dire wanting to get back to my phone ey, wasn’t about to leave my Talik wordless and wondering for long 🥹🧡
For record’s sake, three times it was, and if there’s anyone can take me further, it’s yourself. If there’s anyone can knock me out from movement, which’s no manner of minor feat, stubborn and eh abiding as your Vevay is, it’d be yourself as well.
Guess that’s a boyfriend’s purview, eh? Knocking his boyfriend silly, no motion left in me save a parting of the lips, enough to murmur up your name. 🧡🧡
Aye, well. We’ll see what you can do c; As we’ll see what I’ve got for your own shiver and undoing. 🥴
For the now I’ve got myself sprawling, lingering here and breathing still your name. There’s birdsong from outside, you know that? Not much for sun out, but it’s a nice afternoon now turned paradisiacal by the visioning of you.
And all this done from inside a panel truck. Over and again proving yourself an abject wonder of a man and wonder of a boyfriend for myself, yr thrice blessed Vevay c;