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!!!
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.
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.
Sticky I am,
on the hot side
of damned,
awaiting
a whisper
in my ear.
With You near,
I suck
the nectar
of real.
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.
Throughout the darkness
(so sable, so very stark),
search for his light
beaming hot, neon bright
behind eyes at night…
His smile IGNITES love
the memories a warm hug.
(To You: What I write may seem strange, or deranged, or what the fuck ever, but as I understand the world less and less, daily feeling powerless to change anything no mater how much I may vehemently disagree, whether in marriage, family, friends, the community, the country, the world, NOT ONE gives a flying fuck what I have to say, and I figure you feel the same…I was going to quit writing too, delete everything, move back in my own head, mourned you a little bit, made me feel dead, so right now, all I know for sure is this: The world is going to shit, and I just don’t fit.)
Everything feels pretty fucked up.
Just in my house, I have to be quiet as a mouse or someone interprets what I say in the wrong way, erupting a confrontation of epic proportion over NOTHING at all and the hitting a wall!
(Secret be told, I’ve turned cold. In both of my Eves (Christmas & New Year’s too), I got FUCKED, but not in the good way…a dick made both nights SUCK!)
SOOO MUCH WORSE then, in the world, a new year’s begun with a US president whose dick’s so small he has to has to fuck other countries til they fall!
Soooo…
OH, MY GOD, I WISH THERE WAS SOMETHING I COULD DO!
But, no. I just keep cleaning my humble little home and fume, trying to tune out and avoid the no good news…
Then…puff a little dope (sometimes, a little pot smoke can give my brain hope;)
(To You: Sorry to vent, but I needed a friend;)
I’m mad, not sad…NO, MAD. No one gives a fuck, especially not my hub. I can’t imagine how to fix us this broken when changing is an impossibility for us both. So stuck in a rut years long, and the longer marriage drags us along, the less I’m interested in touching or being touched at all…at least by the man that makes me feel like shit all the time. I’m literally losing my mind, wondering why my desire to feel doesn’t reach across the bed with appeal, but instead I get MAD!!!
Want to help me do something bad???
(To You: It’s that time of year again, when I have little good to say because all I want to do is run away. Next week, let’s breathe in each other’s ear…Ahhh yesss, that would tingle me some cheer😉
Like the sun on ice during a Midwest winter, I know you’re there, yet I can’t feel you.
Beaming bright your light refracts off the world with a slice-like sting upon my eyes,
Slammed lids keep you caught within me where you warm my frightened frigity as you do things to boil my blood from toe to head in waves of warmth coming again and again until You make me become overwhelmed…
I melt myself back to life, a grin on my lips, knowing I’ve got you trapped within.
I held this through the bustle of days since last I wrote to you, but the moon whispered loud, “Indulge for a moment! Make me proud!”
Bright orb overhead
Shines open my portal
WIDE warmed slick.
I wait your coming…
A swollen thick dick
Sqeezes into my portal
Electric tingles humming
PUSHING PULLING PULSING
Fucking fast through
all time, me and you.
