a slip of my tongue

Can a tongue need?

A slip of my tongue this way, a suck-slide that way, then the lip bite teeth-rest that I get as I picture your head, your lips blowing music through a tube, your tongue shaking with your sexy hoooowl to the moon! I sware my tongue needs to collide with you.

I’ve imagined us. I examine your lips move silent at night beneath my covers, breath hot, my eyes shining at you, and sometimes, if I stay to long, if to hear your voice, I turn the sound up over snoring, I find my tongue licking salty drops from off my thick lips, needing to touch your lips 💋

To the birds

Way back, a few months ago, a bird called me from the garage incessantly while I was furious, writing my angst out, by repeating what I’m serious sounded like “Look UP! Look UP!” I hadn’t heard it before that day, and I hadn’t heard it since, that is, until yesterday…I caught it on video, not one but two birds were calling me out, lol!!!

A couple, I think:)

Stuck in the house? No, time to fly out.

A Musing

The grind of incessant chores made less daunting with the pain in my reins, tamed by my intellect eating a moment.

A musing, I go to hopelessly inappropriate thoughts…

I want to

eat you

like cotton candy,

feel your sweetness

melt upon my tongue

so I can

swallow you

into my soul,

keeping you to hold,

sharing words

that fill me whole!