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One MAD Rut

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I’m mad, not sad…NO, MAD. No one gives a fuck, especially not my hub. I can’t imagine how to fix us this broken when changing is an impossibility for us both. So stuck in a rut years long, and the longer marriage drags us along, the less I’m interested in touching or being touched at all…at least by the man that makes me feel like shit all the time. I’m literally losing my mind, wondering why my desire to feel doesn’t reach across the bed with appeal, but instead I get MAD!!!

Want to help me do something bad???

(To You: It’s that time of year again, when I have little good to say because all I want to do is run away. Next week, let’s breathe in each other’s ear…Ahhh yesss, that would tingle me some cheer😉

Sun on Ice

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Like the sun on ice during a Midwest winter, I know you’re there, yet I can’t feel you.

Beaming bright your light refracts off the world with a slice-like sting upon my eyes,

Slammed lids keep you caught within me where you warm my frightened frigity as you do things to boil my blood from toe to head in waves of warmth coming again and again until You make me become overwhelmed…

I melt myself back to life, a grin on my lips, knowing I’ve got you trapped within.

Darker Still

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Your lips           my skin

Oh, Love!            I want

to feel               your tingles

tickle me           once again.

I need                you in me!

Pop up                 my head…

You slip.               You slide.

I open                myself wide

I let you                come in

play around          but then

in the end        down you came

Tongue lashes        help me

atone for               my sins:

An angel                in my

DEVILISH              MIND.

Hook

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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.

Innocence to Sin

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Oven HOT,

baking again,

handmade icing

SLOW dripping

down my fingers,

my tongue licking

palm to tip

to clean the drips,

in my mouth

the WHOLE digit

I stick,

sucking the sweetness

with a tongue-

scrubbing wipe

to end with a silent

swallow-swish,

and while savoring

the flavor, a moan

vibrates my lips,

eyes roll CLOSED,

OH…OH…OH…

You pop in,

turning on my tongue

till you POP OFF!

My eyes again OPEN…

Just like that, since the days of us as kids sitting in the pews at the Catholic Church, when I least expect it, You pop in and out of me AGAIN AND AGAIN, turning my innocence to sin.

“And I laugh!!!” Cackles the Devil within.

My Portal

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I held this through the bustle of days since last I wrote to you, but the moon whispered loud, “Indulge for a moment! Make me proud!”

Bright orb overhead

Shines open my portal

WIDE       warmed slick.

I wait your coming…

A swollen thick dick

Sqeezes into my portal

Electric tingles humming

PUSHING   PULLING   PULSING

Fucking fast through

all time, me and you.