The idea and the reality
right at the spot where she puts it to me
I am guided by embarrassment. I learned how to be that way, though I’ve long felt the appeal. My radiator, my attractor, imagining my selfpleasure witnessed in different ways, reflected by empathos, the resulting flash of exposure in my heart. That sense of expecting judgement and being offered understanding.
On the way to saying everything, I considered what would be the most difficult to open up hereabout; to admit to and be known for.
There are tempting possibilities though the part about…working out relationships with women where the arrangement is: I want them and am denied. I can cry for yoni and be turned onto myself. I can openly talk about, admit, get into my cunt thirst.
Following this into deep exchange. Then I would get right to the spot where she puts it to me and my bliss becomes choosing…that is the fountain…I decide. Right there I display my coated tongue and panting mouth.
The melting power of: this is what you’ve asked for.
The melting power of: I know what you give to yourself. I know what you get from yourself.
Everyone is your mirror. Everyone is the Great Eastern Sun.