Imagine

My subconscious created a scene, unbeknownst to me, and delivered it in the form of a dream:

In a large room filled with people at tables of three facing a chair in the center of a raised stage (I sware the room was more like an old classroom).

With people mingling, volume increases to deafening, until a door opens with a whip-snap, closing mouths, silence resounds when you walk in and over to me, tears streaming down my face I’m so happy to have you in my space.

You lean to kiss my cheek, but despite the world watching, I take my opportunity and pull your lips to mine, yet with a gengle nudge, you separate just a touch from the tip of my nose, and slowly you watch my eyes beg…

Then, unabashedly you explore my full-pout lip with your thumb and your tongue, until our tongues gain a rhythmic tempo of sips, slips, and slides, and I feel the power of your passion entering me as a lightbeam  that then lifts us upward upon a cloud, our bodies lying down, and you see the flaws, the scars, and you keep kissing me deeply, while I moan, squeezing you to me as if I’ll never let go.

pervading ponderance

I’ve had a pervading ponderance if ever I’ll see you again. I always assume the obvious answer in my world…no…but I’m realizing a defiant bug bit my ass with your help, for you give me a secret strength.

Maybe my future can look bright and beautiful…

I look in your eyes, your hands in mine, you lay your temple to my temple.

Love, this truly is my sweet spot, when I go to sleep with you in me, with you my dream.

a morning would…

Eyes closed, steam wafting in my nose, I inhale, expanding my chest full-tight and curling my cup filled to rest upon my breast where my heart beats to your voice singing me awake.

I’m lost in a reverie of me holding you hard in my hands as you whisper, I need you…And nuzzling my neck until your mouth finds mine…OH me! OH my! So sublime.

(I wonder if you felt me before I came to indulge last night. Images of you pleasure endorphins to bounce with glee that I get to behold such beauty, the sweetest of the sweet brain, nay deep-body candy.

My naughty meets your beauty…

Now, that’s something I’d pay to see!!! A morning would do this to me;)

Let Em In

(Feel me knocking?)

a moon’s tale

The full moon, milky white, sends shadows raining through the forest to shade the trees, who wave with the slight summer breeze. Allthewhile, Nature’s night-lights zip and zoom, flashing code, hoping to bring a loved one home.

Drips from eyes, drips from skin, I lie at the base of a dead tree, once a towering oak like me, recently toppled by a mighty storm. Fetal and ready to give in, a miracle happens:

From a Heaven in the cosmos, blessed by the moon’s magnetic magic, a star falls. The midnight moon blinks darkness with the clouds, but the star burns a tail of fire, flashing brightest just before landing like a rock rolling.

A moon dust cloud dissipates to reveal a glowing golden sphere, darkness and light ccombine, pushing against each other with such force…the golden globe cracks open with a thundering drum roll, vibrating my soul.

Two hemispheres once met OPEN a shimmering portal, a parallel universe, out from which you bow into my world to transform everything I’ve ever known. Your positive energy produces an orange aura that moves your shadow asway, mesmerizing me.

Closer…closer…a steady, measured approach as float turns to a sturdy gate, you move towards me with a smile on your face. Inching yourself over to my naked body. Warmth from your eyes saturates my skin with the pricks of goose bumps, and you bend down on one knee.

A natural moonlight melody comes from your lips, “Kelley, I’m here…” And your arms cover me with an instant embrace that whisks me up…up and away…

You cradle me as I become the color of free.

(Oh, my addiction to the thrill of adoration! I literally roll my wheelchair in and out of challenging all day, every day…but, I take the longing, under the covers…you are intoxicating!

However, coveting with intensity, longing to consume the joy of your fire…I couldn’t get much higher…)

Fingers

Your fingers dance with me in my dreams, patterns of pleasure with every twist, every bend

A finger removes a lock of hair pinned to my cheek before you bow down to kiss me deep

I take your hand in mine, my lips carress each digit, opening a nip to envelop every tip

After having your hand hold mine, I want to go back in time, or meet me, come in my door

Magical Ride

The day sets orange and pink, clouds spread into fairy wings. Alone I observe, writing on glass and stone.

I’ve held back the urge, held it in, knowing full well, it’s growing BIGGER trapped silent inside. My muscles twitch with want, the burden of control taunts a defiant part of my soul to break the chains keeping me stuck still.

The time has come, the urge a balloon that’s ready to POP out of my mouth, and I open wide, “Magic carpet, take me for a ride.”

As if a wizard from a far off land hears my heart’s yelp for help, there, suddenly, out of thin air, a woven carpet did appear!

With an irredecent wave, cyan threads shimmer gold glitters about a puffy cushion that’s calling for a friend.

A corner tassel bundle shakes a toss to say, Come here…

But, I never had to move. I floated right out of my seat across the way to a gentle splat in the middle of the mat.

“Oh, my golly gee!” I giggle, “What a treat! I wonder who I’ll meet?”

No fly-zone necessary for my magic carpet ride, jumping through time and space, I landed right by your side!

After the rush of being alone settles in your room, while you’re still shining bright from your night, feel the shades of my shadow begin to come alive.

Did you feel my shadow shamelessly sitting on your lap like a cat.

This is where I will sleep tonight, with your hands on my mind…

(I find moments in my day where I’m lost in an image like when your fingers stroke all the right notes, the key-master unlocking the passion in my heart that I forgot.)

Just a Poke

Just a poke! Poke a head Just once…maybe twice.

Never before has it come with such powerful stimulation, turning my virtue into vice.

I inhale my Gorilla Fuck (strongest strain for the brain) take it all in…

A giddy girl again, preying on a man, I make him do whatever I want him to. And willing, he’d never want to leave, happy servicing me for an eternity.

In return, I’d fulfill his every need, and make his wildest dreams come true. I gorge on the ‘how’ as I sleep.

Upon waking, my reality redressed, I ponder why I find this so fucking funny a bubble POPS in my tummy!?!?

a wish away

I can’t connect, social media not my friend, makes me feel like a stalker when looking at someone I’m interested in, as if that person wants me dreaming intimacy, the kind I’m lacking.

“Boundaries!” My brain screams.

I find myself OVER thinking, “He would never be thinking about you, your a wish away from crazy!”

I want to be a gypsy, like never before in my life, or maybe a nomad…

No, a hippie following my favorite band, seeing new faces and places, dancing and feeling good across the land, forgetting a war’s at hand.