A Buzz

On the day I was born, still reeling early morning, brain buzzing with impulsive imagery of something I had just seen on silent before sleep, I turned on a classical piece to calm the unusual shine of pleasure opon my face, lest someone notice I’m different today…

Ritual Fire Dance

It didn’t work. Sweeping away the cob webs of the past days, I can’t help but behind my eyes see your face. I return to silence, giggling. Then, I get it out when I’m all by myself (often having an unexpected reaction so obvious you’d think I’d just gotten caught watching porn, when it’s merely  just a soft, lovely, warm feeling)

In an INSTAnt, you’re there!

Bright and beautiful, showing me secrets of a treasure, unlike any I’ve ever known. My lungs constrict, my breasts inflate, for a moment of anticipation, I wait…

Hard in my hands, my phone gently shakes, and I lick my lips to begin:

As I first watch you spin again and again, my eyes devour your Transcendental POWER, but then, all of a sudden, I imagine you watching me back, seeing my eyes take you in…and with the movement of your lips, the key comes to me!!!

On a loop, I find myself lightly panting. I hug myself, blood boiling my skin to prickle hot, and the final time I watch you wiggle your nose and grin radiant, tickling my brain, ensnaring my heart, penitrating me with a wild and wet ride again and again and again, tingling so deep my soul grabs hold and never wants to let go…

Overjoyed, tears of gratitude grow in the corners of my eyes in adoration and love for the man behind the mirrored glow.

Ohhh! What a gift!

The POINT: The inspiration you exude is intoxicating, thank you❤️‍🔥

Come, Get Away

Which are you fight or flight? Sometimes, like tonight, when I need to fly away, I’m kinda glad my legs don’t work, I don’t run, no, I go to bed. Hopelessly Inappropriate my proclivity persists, and I escape with you for a bit.

Colorado had tons opportunity for me to participate in adaptive sports while I lived in Littleton. I rock climbed mountains, I hand-cycled hills and valleys, kayaked ponds, and sailed a sailboat. I wrote this poem as I learned to sail around 2016 (the last time I tried to run away, in love with the dream that love should include passion, dying to make a connection).

Re-Wind Me, My Captain

Flying your vessel

With a siren’s wail,

I am the only way

To steer my course,

For you, my Captain

Leapt for the sea

Leeward without me.

 

I know nothing, alone

In the no-go zone…

 

But re-wind me

With a bellow, Captain,

I’ll come back to you

About the next puff,

 

For with you I’d sail

Every sunset of time

Even in waters rough.

 

 In music league the challenge this round was to find a song about getting away by some mode of transportation (planes, trains, automobiles or other ways to get out of Dodge;) This is what I went with, a I mean it, lol!!!

Come Sail Away With Me!

Thanks for listening! Wishing you hopeful thoughts:)

Awe

Awe tastes like coffee,

steamy-hot ‘n’ smoothe

as I swallow a good gulp

Awe slips down the throat,

and with a pump to the gut

rumbling the insides up,

giving a swift kick of giddy

A rocket to the flaccid brain.

Awe is trigger addictive

to someone like me,

turning darkness to light,

I drink morning to night.