Oh, what a lovely distraction,
What a moment of reflection!
Stimulation, good vibrations;
Movement towards motivation.
I dance upon my consternation!
I’ll reach for the constellations,
Burning time with bright stars
Loving the ride will get me far.
Author: Hopelessly Inappropriate
A Musing
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!
a spell
It’s witchcraft!
Yes! Witchcraft
will bring you back.
I know what
I have to do…
I’ll put a spell on you:
To me you must come
and give me some
desire dined to dessert
for me, you’ll work.
That’s what I’ll do.
I put a spell on you.
my mood follows me mad
In a labyrinth, with waves of silent echoes calling me through, palpable like rose petals wafting the nose to sneeze in spring,
I’m foggy, feeling my scorched earth, cracked in lines like wrinkles in the turf, reaching for your hand to save my being…
Melancholy, my mood follows me mad, knowing you’re gone. That is THAT!!!
hopeless hunger
Cramped between
nausea and hunger
my heart a stone
that can’t beat
when You
as sustenance
don’t come
to feed me,
when alone
You leave me.
The ache…
🩺
ECHOS!!!
Relieve me.
here kitty
I want to be your pussy cat, climbing up your chest pit-a-pat, nuzzling my nose across your skin to tickle-lick the nape of your neck, and with a head rub upon your lobe, my purrrr vibrates waves of cravings to your inner-ear, “I need you!” echos loud and clear…(Can you hear???)
You may not have a cat, but as a cat owner, woth Banchee there’s one thing of which I’m certain: at times there’s a NEED, not just a want to be pet, aggression when denied, staring at me as if I don’t love him, like I lied. I’m kinda like that.
When I think I’ve lost you, when I’m SURE that your gone, when I’m positive I will NEVER, EVER get to rub your head again, I transform myself into a kitty, and I pretend that I’m your only pussy friend.
to lay me right in the head
I lost my voice. Absconding with social scarcity into my mind, awaiting sleep where my subconscious allows it to speak…
You sit with me before a fire burning, and I confess, “I’ve written this scene in two different stories, but I couldn’t finish it.”
Your eyes, focusing on reading me, widen in a sad furrow, “Why?” Your simple reply, but I knew that you knew.
A stutter-start, “I…um…I…mmm…I need you to teach me…mmm, teach me what to do. It’s been an eternity since my desire dined upon your whims. With you, my dreams come true.”
You bow your head to nuzzle my neck, thick lips kiss a slow crawl to my chin, whispering, “First…”
You sit tall, peer into my eyes, and glide a fan of fingers over my cheekbone, slipping your fourth digit atop my bottom lip, when compelled my tongue closes over the tip while a moan at being touched escapes from deep in my throat, and then, you lean in and envelop me in your arms, kissing my lips, our tongues swimming a dance of love-lust…
On a rug of fur, to animals we return, clothes gone, kneeling with your cock standing tall, I pull on your head while I guide your hips down upon my body, and I push your tip to slip through my pussy walls, sliding deeper with each pressure push wetting wild the ride as my chest arches breasts into your palms.
With a breast squeeze, you pin my nipples together, a lick and a bite allthewhile pumping up your head into me, until I yell all sloppy, “Yes! I need you to plug the hole, oh yeah,” and you push, push, push down deep, and lean in to kiss me again, as I scream, “Yes…yes…plug the hole in my soul!” And filled creamy, you left me dreamy.
No more needs to be said. You laid me right in the head.
to chance
Sticky I am,
on the hot side
of damned,
awaiting
a whisper
in my ear.
With You near,
I suck
the nectar
of real.
How was the big V?
Did your big V make out like my big V:
vibration coming from watching sex on TV,
alone while with somebody,
no kiss or any happy to the V.
Yet another holiday kidless and estranged.
While young, I always wondered what 20 years of marriage would be like, knowing that would never be me…
Now, I guess I know.
My big V forever will be neglected and longing for someone, something STIMULATING to take a moment and dote love upon me.
Unless…maybe You come satisfy my big V where X marks Your entry, hard-cocked and loaded to pump in and up the V between my legs, titlating my nips while wet kissing our hips rapid pecks perking us into a dick splashing bliss…
I sure hope You got something sweet for Your big V! I’d hate for You to not get a “Happy Valentine’s day” or a peck of a kiss.
It’d be a shame, for Yours is the kiss I miss.
like a marshmallow
Like a cushy marshmallow beginning to drip goo over a light warming flame, inside I melt for You.
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