Sticky I am,
on the hot side
of damned,
awaiting
a whisper
in my ear.
With You near,
I suck
the nectar
of real.
No comments on to chance
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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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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.
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Like a cushy marshmallow beginning to drip goo over a light warming flame, inside I melt for You.
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I missed You, always do. Puckered up and ready, I wished You into my space, and a hammer, You hit with a playful ass-tap, just enough to snap some illumination back, then BAM! Right between my legs sore…With the week’s end, You’re gone, and I can’t feel you anymore.
(I pout until your next shout-out;)
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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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A thought late at night keeps me awake, so here I came to upload my shame:
You are my favorite fantasy,
And, my worst nightmare.
You’re a flame I love to fuck with,
But, I feel the burn of you.
I can never look. I can never touch.
Some nights the yearn slow crawls
Between my legs, through my core hole,
Stirring tickles into the story of my soul.
Left alone, I wonder if you’re full
Or like me separate from fulfilled…
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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.)
Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts 