The Avenging of a Woman Scorned

As tears are falling frantic from her big distressed eyes

She shakes her head hard desperate to deny

The whirling madness which was burning inside.

As rain falls in torrents on the panes of windows

The thunder a brazen siren sounding below

Lightning revealing she is ready to blow.

She transforms into a soldier of seething rage

Fire transformed her heart to a steel badge

Ready to attack, breaking her captive cage

No longer abiding the laws of submission

Boldness waking her malevolent mission

Frenetic for his death giving her permission

She advanced through the shadows of night

With stealth and speed producing her only light

To the back of the closet she armed her plight

Music of nails wailed as she opened the box

Unleashing vile bile into her harrowing thoughts

Set to avenge the abominable wrong of his cock

Resolved she held within her steadfast hand

The cool metal loaded to fulfill her demand

She placed her finger in the hole of reprimand

Stout she stepped to stand at the foot of the bed

Hands encircling the handle she pointed at his head

With a new sense of serenity she filled him with lead

An army of lights flashed alternating white and red

Late at night with nine bullet holes he was found dead

While the woman with wings in the shadows had fled.

(I wrote this long, long ago for fun;)

wine for my muse

Dark cask, the blood-red wine of my muse, cradle my conscience so I can forget the fears holding me captive.

I drink in your liquid, holding you to linger in my mouth, instant addiction to your intoxication at first flavor on my lips.

I swallow you whole in my dreams! Oh me! Oh my! I love the feel of you slipping down my throat!

Come sleep with me, and I’ll show you how much of you I’d drink!

I’d give you a hole lota opportunity to fill me full!

Oh, how I crave My Merlot! I know you hold what I need, so invade me deep and take over my reality!

Howl to the Moon

Beneath the sky,

dark but the eye,

light exposes

our naked bodies

holding hands.

I run ahead

with a giggle and

my ass cheeks

call for you

to come follow.

Your muscles

harden and wiggle

in chase to conquer

the space between

until hiding

behind a tree

I let you

capture me.

You wrap arms

from back to front

cupping my breasts

taking the tips

for a tug and pinch

and then

you bend me over

for our furtive

play to really begin.

You insert

your strength

between my legs

and we two

in the dark woods

fall to the ground

push push pushing

to let nature

take total control

coming together

to howl our

echo of swoon

to the moon.

Overactive

Imagine being home on an ordinary day, washing, sweeping, and organizing while peace-filled.  The sounds of the others in the house keep a hum and drum in the air…

I face my work with diligence, my brain playing some word game.  It helps the time tick by quick because I zone myself into a safe place, as if I’m alone…

Stealthy, tall and dark, his shadow hovers in the sunlight.  He reaches big hands out, grasps my neck, and…

SCREAM!!!  That’s what I do, throwing all the neat folded laundry to the ceiling fan above me…

I grab my heart as clothes find ground, shaking I recall to myself, “It’s just your husband, you knew he was around!”

Overactive Amygdala:  Fight or Flight

That’s my brain’s natural reaction to unexpected stimuli and the clinical term that fits me just right!  I get it now…I don’t fight, so I know…

I prefer to stay a bird in FLIGHT

Beneath the Harvest Moon

Bite me! Prove you’re real.

Pinch me! Place my nipple erect between your teeth and nip a pinch of pleasure. Make a moan surge from out my mouth as your lips kiss my lips, wet ready for your dick to slip itself hard in, mounting and mounting your rock-head, pounding and pounding, filling me whole with pleasing pushes of passion whilst you poke, poke, poke at my soul, making us sing a duet of moans as you move in and out, in and out of my passion’s home, elation building in our bodies to slap, smack, and caress our core-connection as we fuck ourselves into a crechendo and we cum together beneath the eye of a Harvest Moon…

Knowing what we feel is true.

(Spinning like ballet dancers images of you and me cuddling in dreams of stunning scenes keep coming, a pleasure my face can’t hide as if you actually penitrated me, though it was in my mind…You make me crave in a craze kinda way just by smiling, imagine how it’d be in reality…

OOOHHH, BABY!

FEED ME MY CRAVING!

That moon does a number on me, kinda reminds of the girl I used to be, lol;)

Falls

Back here, realty in my eyes clear, I shove furniture out of the way, constantly sweeping all animal hair and dust, leaving none stray. There’s this cloud that follows me around, so I zip…then zag…swiping dirty surfaces with a rag, until…

BAM!

The Cloud

F

A

L

L

S

Overwhelmed, breath caught in my throat:

This is it!

It’s DONE.

My eyes close as I drop my broom, rushing one hand over my heart, the other to cover my mouth, salty drips off my nose drop between my breasts.

Caught in time, going nowhere as my crime.

No! I say NO.

Deliberate action.

No more passive reaction.

I’d rather be alone

than in this kind of marriage limbo.

I don’t know how or when, but a change is coming. Damn it, I’m sick to death of running.

I want the attention of a kind caress!

I need a furtive dive into a deep kiss, where roving hands finger passionate bliss!

I wonder sometimes why I can’t just believe that someday something will click and someone will notice I deserve more…dick

I just gotta see it again

Immediate impulse

Swelling with hot pervasion

sparkler-tingles juicing me up

in my center, I hold my breath

I just gotta see it again

Oh, I growl, a craven sound,

“I want to eat you now!”

My eyes close imagining

my lips planting a kiss

on the supple skin

of your left dancing hip…

Hand over my mouth

a bit of drool coming out,

for I stop myself slow

Immediate impulse

Licking the phone

(Sorry, I don’t know how to share the adorable clip picture thingy of riding a mechanical ‘bull’ but a hot corn dog! I shit you not, it got me in a funny way that I’m struggling to ignore with an “Oh! I love you!” Yelled out uncontrolled, lol…I crack myself up sometimes 😅)

Ok so here, this helps to calm me as my theme music when life becomes overwhelming (from an absolutely adored album & my music league entry for round of 7min or longer:)

Piano Concerto No. 1

But, of course this is followed by one of my favorite love songs of all-time…a dedication, if I may be romantic and bold

lend your love to me tonight

Funny how my brain works.

seek & find

I giggle, so damn tickled,

rolling hot, feel you fall

into my sweet spot,

teased tense, I clamp down,

and your hip beat slaps

my sweet, sweet spot

bam-bam-Bop

up…up…up

with a cherry POP!

But we don’t stop!

From my valley

to your rock-top,

together our possibilities

exploding inside my mind,

urging more seek & find…

You are my Srircha in this life;)

Sriracha

(Looking for a soup ingredient song, for music league is back on…this cracked me up, had to share, lol:)

Actually submitted this song…

Chicken and Dumplings

Per music league rules, of course, technically, chicken and dumplings are in soup too.