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❤️‍🔥

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.

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!

Hook

What’s my hook? I ponder as I cook, Do I have a hook today? And this is what the right side of my brain had to say:

I have a hook

in your mouth

I could put

to sink my line…

have you swallow

being caught

ALL FOR ME

and I’d EAT you

SUCKED IN WHOLE

I lick my lips in remembrance of the man I used to know, the one I never caught, the one who owns my heart.