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I don’t have any tattoos. I’ve always wanted one or two, but I still haven’t braved it under the needle. I’d want to get one where no one would see it unless I was naked – most likely on my back – either a “tramp stamp” or a more all-over design. My preference would be for butterflies, like this one or this one.

 

 

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The walls of my bedroom are thin
and I imagine you with your ear pressed against the wall
having heard my door slam,
waiting to satisfy your need.

Can you hear
The soft rustle of my silk shirt as it
Slides from my shoulders and hits the floor?
The soft whoosh as I pull down the zipper of my jeans
then wiggle out of them and leave them in a pile at my feet?
The gentle pad of my feet across the plush carpet?
The creak of my bed as I climb atop it?

What do you see in your mind
as you listen to my rustling
and hear the buzzing of my vibrator,
the sound rising and fading as I thrust it inside myself,
my wetness drenching the sheets?

Is your cock hard in your hand as you stroke to my moaning,
imagining that it is you thrusting hard inside me
while I rub my clit?

Do you stifle your cry as you cum,
plastering the wall with your seed
as you hear my cries as I climax
before I fall back in satisfaction against my pillow?

As I lie sleepy and satisfied, I wonder how much you overhear
night after night, and if you sleep as soundly afterwards as I do.

 

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I want to travel far and wide – I’ve got the travel bug,
and learn to pack my bags up light so I have less to lug.

To journey from America, to go across the seas,
To visit foreign countries and immerse myself in these.

Of course I’d learn to speak a bit, I’d go without a care,
And no matter what would happen I would be so laissez faire.

I’d be a winsome stranger setting foot in a strange land,
I’d seek out love and enjoy life, I think it would be grand.

I’d start in Costa Rica, caliente and mojado,
and find you in a nightclub where we’d tango en la noche

You’d look into mis ojos and then you’d kiss me on the lips,
And then you’d place your dedos on my wild, gyrating hips.

We’d dance la jodienda and you’d say to me te amo,
And we would be amantes till my journey took me further.

We’d whisper adios between our hungry, parting besos,
I’d think about you fondly and I’d hope you also did so.

I’d travel next to Tokyo in the middle of Japan,
Where I would be a gaijin, a josei without a man.

In a busy izakaya I would feel your strong gyoushi,
And when our eyes would meet I’d feel you sweep me off my ashi.

We’d drink a little longer before heading to jitaku,
And we would kuso till yoake, maybe until yoru.

You’d tell me aishite imasu and to you I’d say dai suki desu,
Anata wa watashi no kokoro no yokkyuu desu

The next stop on my trip would be China, and Shanghai,
Experience the city life and say ni hao (or hi)

We’d run across each other on a fanmang de jie,
And it would not take long for us to go home and xìngjiao.

Your shou would feel my shenti and your mu would see my soul,
for a time your aiqíng fills the longing in my shenghuo.

You’d tell me that you loved me and I’d say wo ye ai ni
We’d fall asleep and for a time our love is meant to be.

I want to travel cross the world and fit in as I can,
A foreigner, I’d find a way to talk, to learn, to plan.

So many other countries that I’d want to see and do,
And in each place I’d find a love, but never quite like you.

 

 

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