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…
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ECHOS
Relieve me.
No comments on hopeless hunger
Category: creative writing
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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.
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When young, I always liked a smooth bare chest on a man. Flat-chested tiny nips to trim abs and clean to the base of a hard package. Now, I want a real man bear to cuddle and kiss with love. A man whose chest hair warms my bones up! A beard made soft with conditioner climbing between my legs as I hold a bald head who’s tongue-teasing me off with a wide mouth…
To put it plainly, the picture on repeat lately…
Oh, bear…slow we go…
I see YOU and me, fucking free.
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Sticky I am,
on the hot side
of damned,
awaiting
a whisper
in my ear.
With You near,
I suck
the nectar
of real.
(To You: Seeing JJ Gray Saturday, wondering if You may recall in my car on the side of the road under a bridge in Chicago, when I had You in my mouth, a song played…I’ll give it to you again and see if You remember better then;)
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Swept into a bubbling riptide of untrustworthy truth, I reflect how close to war are we going to get??? How can anyone NOT watch this horrible movie as it takes place? There’s evil in this human race!
I rant in circles to no one in my mind, and in this mindset, there’s NO fun I can find.
Beneath the warm weight covering my tiny frame, I inhale…hold…release…and I close my eyes to the world, to the room, to the impending doom…
I wonder about you.
What are you doing to treat yourself, does it work well? Are you perfectly happy doing it with your mate or by yourself?
Honestly, I sure HOPE so.
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It’s a bundle of crazy days when the moon gets so big. I thought I was losing it! My son turned six, and I couldn’t remember life before him, and I don’t recognize the world outside my home, again living in a Twilight Zone. My head swells and swells with the stress on the ‘No Good News’, wondering what I can do…
ESCAPE!!!
I’ve written You so many times, yet I can’t get it off to You, despite how I’ve tried. Oh how I hate to make You wait, but I want to fully satiate;)
I wish…I wish…how I wish for your kiss… Oh, to feel you would be such BLISS!
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Within a hazy maze of mad craze, I follow YOU as you penitrate in and out of parts of my brain, remembering this…fantasizing that…allthewhile, I cook and clean and organize incessantly, trying to escape THINKING 🤔
Oh Love, one thing I know, I can’t do it alone…SO LET’S GET PHYSICAL!!!
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Warmth swells
then seeps
across my chest
like GOO melting
the cold heart
beneath with the
effect of Your DING
unsheathed–
A sound Oh so
pleasurable!
I cup my breast
and squeeze
You held hard
between…
Here, my Love
will always be.
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Missed you are,
I have to say.
Mourning mist with
my eyes closed
wet by my cry…
Now, You I find:
Droplets glisten
on lustrous skin
newly cleaned
Just for me!
I drink a lick
from your neck
teeth massage
as you slide in
slow pushes, long
with kisses, caresses
spinning me round
atop Your cock
a bounce to hop
You in and out,
up and down,
Your hand guiding
my ass rock,
I arch You deeply
fitting you keylocked
COMPLETELY
an eruption we build
fucking each other
HARD, HARD filled
PUSH, OH!
PUMP, OH!!
YES! OH, OH, OH!!!
How I want to hear
You cumming inside,
moaning in my ear!
I must confide.
(To You: Not feeling you makes life dark, like I’m mourning the loss of you just before every morning light, yelling while sleeping, “HELP!” But, you’re not longer listening. I wish for a moment to feel your light glistening,)
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Just a sip, a lick, maybe a bite
of you that’s what I’d like,
I tell myself, often at night,
as I lie open, phone light
deepening my dark eyes,
I love you in the muck of my mind.
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