The grind of incessant chores made less daunting with the pain in my reins, tamed by my intellect eating a moment.

A musing, I go to hopelessly inappropriate thoughts…

I want to

eat you

like cotton candy,

feel your sweetness

melt upon my tongue

so I can

swallow you

into my soul,

keeping you to hold,

sharing words

that fill me whole!

(Truth be told, I’m a joke. I can’t stop evading work to play with a muse like sexy Dr. Seuss.

Since 2010, I created and deleted multiple blogs as H.I. (Hopelessly Inappropriate), and this one I can’t even look at stats, not wanting lack of views, lack of you, to ruin my confidence. Anxiety is not my friend, which is why no one I know reads this shit, lol.

I’m finding I’m talking to myself too much in my head all day and every night (marriage silence deafening), so recently I decided to write about anything not just fantasy, ANYTHING TO KEEP MY SANITY!!!

I hope you’re well and happy 😉