where the streets have no name

where the streets have no name

How I wish for us a city.
A city full of joy and laughter,
Naughtiness, sex and in no need of sleep.
Where the streets have no name.
And nobody knows us.
One that’s beautiful and becomes even more so, just because of you.
Where we can laugh, dance, shine. Together.
Light, colors, scents, purely enjoying.
Beach and sex on repeat.
From sex on the beach to sex in the hotel.
Luckily for us, the hotel is closeby.
I love the beautiful and soothing sound of waves.
We are nice and hot and so so horny.
I feel it in my body. I want you. And I know that you want me too, your delicious cock is in an erect state for about the whole day now.
For us no delay of direct satisfaction.
That means fucking out our horniness of daytime, in an intense manner and afterwards we shower and rinse the sand of our bodies.
We rinse of together and we do it very tenderly.
With utter most soft tender and towels, we dry each other and we take it slow, because we want to do everything all over again and again, because I’ve experienced you can and I can too.
With sparks of love and sex in our eyes, we then go outside.
Those sparks stand out and it’s the kind of spark you can also feel in your belly and we gratefully immerse ourselves in it. And with us, the world does too. Love only grows by sharing.
I want for us to go hand in hand, our evening awaits and our night is young.
I feel like a feather in the breeze, baby feel: we are walking on air.
We walk along water, trees, beautiful old buildings, streets, houses.
Embrace. It. All.
We meet people.
Happiness fulfills and surrounds. Us.
If walls could speak,
they would shout it from rooftops.
‘Cause we are in love. With this city.
And right then and there when you look at me, you stroke my hair and I can feel it, for the very first time, yes, also with each other.


All artwork by Puck Rietveld

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