I’m in love with your piano cam! You are such a beautiful man. Sad I couldn’t see your shows, finally I feel as if I got a sneak peek out from a wizard’s sleeve! Oh, how you make me so happy!
You never cease to uplift me with a lovely, overwhelming joy…
Hearing your voice, watching you sing, seeing you dance, those are my favorite toys.
Bite me! Prove you’re real.
Pinch me! Place my nipple erect between your teeth and nip a pinch of pleasure. Make a moan surge from out my mouth as your lips kiss my lips, wet ready for your dick to slip itself hard in, mounting and mounting your rock-head, pounding and pounding, filling me whole with pleasing pushes of passion whilst you poke, poke, poke at my soul, making us sing a duet of moans as you move in and out, in and out of my passion’s home, elation building in our bodies to slap, smack, and caress our core-connection as we fuck ourselves into a crechendo and we cum together beneath the eye of a Harvest Moon…
Knowing what we feel is true.
(Spinning like ballet dancers images of you and me cuddling in dreams of stunning scenes keep coming, a pleasure my face can’t hide as if you actually penitrated me, though it was in my mind…You make me crave in a craze kinda way just by smiling, imagine how it’d be in reality…
OOOHHH, BABY!
FEED ME MY CRAVING!
That moon does a number on me, kinda reminds of the girl I used to be, lol;)
More than a baby
I’m an adult
My pacifier
I need it
Soothing the Sucking
My pacifier
I need it
Biting the Bawling
My pacifier
I need it
More than money
It makes me
Sweet as Honey
(I kept wanting to literally hold you as you fall asleep, and I kept picturing it, like me cradling your head on my chest, and I found this song, SOOOO reminds me of you in a crazy way, had to share:)
(When I can feel you in my life, an actual part of my world, the spirit in my heart floats in an aura, magically beating color through my veins to my brain, producing random, unexpected moments of sheer joy in which I find myself smiling my eyes to tears I’m happy to be alive, so opposite of how my days were before you came into my life…I don’t understand exactly why you affect me this way, but I must state plain, you make me happy in a way I’ve never been, so whatever the repercussions, I’m rollin’ with it, lol;)
The Midwest chill set in,
bone shiver like splinters
with humidity dampening
my shirt to skin, and then
heating pad draped long
across my chest, I picture
my pacifier to quell my mind
and to distract stress to tickle
my heart, a steady warmth
instead of beating it to death.
I move my lips in search
of new skin to lick into record
my repertoire of tid-bits
I’ve learned from the pacifier,
more often than not, I suck at…
You came to me, finally.
As the moon hid behind gloom, I lay awake waiting to dream, the pain insane, my muscles twitch with the inflammation itch…
Until…
My breath’s so calm sleep begins believing in relief and follows my subconscious into my mind’s watering hole to bathe in peace…
Then…
A weeping willow provides a canopy draping over my bed placed at the base of a river. The trickling of water over rock pulls my dreamy-eyed glare back to focus…
Finally…
I feel you curl up behind me, your long fingers sliding my hair from off my neck, and nipples pop out with the heat of your breathing as you cup my breast, entering…
(A part of me truly does feel this in and out of my day wanting a connection to you…your voice…your face and in me you pulsate.
That darn yearn is like the incessant meow of an alley cat, prancing its desire up and down my id, trying to trick me into giving in letting down my guard enough to entertain picturing what I really want.
As a wizard, you know what you can do. You do magic! Oh, my beautiful muse, grant me one wish, please make one more dream come true! Once more, I must see you. Say you’ll talk to me some day soon. Oh love, you have no idea the inspiration is in you for me…
Yes. My love feels crazy, but there are no notes of bad, my life’s just kinda sad. Hoping to change that.
The rain keeps falling, but I’m safe. I’m beneath the covers, holding onto you just below the surface in a graze of hot air we share, and we float as if engulfed in a cloud, steamy-eyed listening to the sounds of our hearts beating the rain.
This tickles me to smile despite the dark clouds crying:
The dream is true.
We exist, dreaming of eating together the same peice of sweet truth. We listen to each other’s desires sung in the poetry of possibilities, a game of intrigue in which we spar scars and sorrow with love and laughter building trust in tomorrow.
The dream is true.
You are mine to play with anytime…
IN MY MIND.
I wish you were clay, and I could mold you into a clone of yourself and keep you with me in bed, probing you, pulling my fingers across every inch of your skin, nuzzling as I learn your grooves, your dimples, your lips with my kiss…
Yes, this is my wish as I shower away my sighs this morning, knowing my dream of love will only exist inside me, pent-up clenched tight, waiting for your light to do my dream right!
(I’m so lucky! Your voice through my day and reels at night help keep me going through the problems and pain as if you’re with me each day, except I barely say a thing.
For the first time since we met, I’m not afraid you’ll hate me or cut me off for something inappropriate I’ve said or might say some day. In my world, that’s more than progress, it’s truly established my trust. I struggle to hold onto people I love. Often it’s me who gets too scared to get hurt, so I run away and give up.
I’m trying to GROW UP.
Trust me, for the last 20 years, the wisdom in your music has helped me process my reality. Now, you really are a dream I NEED in me;)
I’ve been processing this feeling for a week and still don’t know how to say anything, lol.
I just keep reaching out to touch
As you jog towards the ocean, feet flinging sand to tap the small of your back, secret skin exposed to the sun, then splashing through the foamy waves, you dive in where I take your hand…
You cradle me against your chest, sunset behind your head, crystal eyes gazing into mine, and as if you could read my mind, your wet lips slip salty kisses up my neck and along my jaw, then our lips part together welcoming a tide coming in with our tongues colliding…
(I keep seeing him do it again and again in my head so right now I can’t watch the video again, too dangerous. No, tonight I need to show how I can envision me fitting into his world for a beautiful moment, fulfilling my dream.
I stopped trying to deny I need help right now. Allowing myself to dream of him, despite the ‘never’ of it, invigorates me with power. I actually drove to four different places today that cause extreme anxiety, and even with having expired plates, the BMV felt sunny and happy!
I’ve felt like I’m living in the twilight zone for years and years and years, until color came back into my world because dreaming became not just powerful but possible.
It’s his face that gets me through my liminal space, and the wisdom of his voice brings sense and solace to a brain that so often gets lost in this mad world’s maze.
I go to bed this way many a night. TV off, whole house dark, and finally a flicker, a tingle-spark, producing a pervading warmth from my bottom up with a swift burn of lust…and that’s when I go there…Instagram.
I only have to look at my own saved videos, and no one is the wiser.
He sings me to sleep for real, dreaming of gorgeous places and fun excursions (often writing or watching until I can’t see straight so that I can find some REM).
Dreams sit on the tip of my tongue by morning as I open my eyes at six, snores done he’s already on his phone or in the garage gone. Very little for me in the between.
I have his face as my saving grace:)
I tried to own my alone, become someone powerful. I willed myself to move away from watching the movement of your face, from putting your voice in my ear at night late. Maybe I can change, make it by myself, sans my cake…
I tried to go to bed, but couldn’t catch my breath…
Oh no, no, no! So empty, so sad, the void left so big in my little world…I had to look.
I needed it. I needed to watch your eyes talking to me as you sing. I wanted to read your smile, so I opened the door by myself and my mind ate a feast! Honestly, I could never have expected such an endorphin release!!!
Tears fall upon my phone as you come so close to my face, your neck I want to taste, and I felt you enter me again and again bringing such elation, my cheeks redden with a firey warmth, and a moan couldn’t help but escaping, “Oh Love, all I want is a little taste, a little touch…”
I need you in a way that makes me wild, mad I can’t have what I want like a child.
I want to fall asleep with your face within my hands reach, you wanting me as your dream.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I can’t help going back, watching you sing me to sleep, absorbing your lips moving, imagining you love me too.
Would you, could you try?
You help me through the darkest times. The beauty of your light in my life I don’t want to deny.
(I wish upon the falling stars that you know how special you really are;)
Peeling down the yellow-bright skin, the insides await ice cream. I whip dollops of cream upon my sweet dream, and drizzle the top with chocolate syrup. The first spoonful carries all the flavor up to my lips, tongue salivating creeps a tip to stick and lick…OH, sooo good.
As I made my late night snack, you came to mind. I could eat you, not like with bites I swallow, but I can’t stop pondering, watching in my mind, my mouth on your body. I’m trying to be cool. I’m attempting coy. I struggle to find the right words that express…what? I want to be friends? Well, yes…yet, I have that devilish other side that wants you to be mine.
So, my days of summer are over, and fall makes me catch my breath, terrified of what’s next because I always seem to say too much and in the end lose out. Maybe you will magically hear me (unlike literally everyone in my life) and tell me that you feel me, and everything is gonna be alright.
Each morning and as I fall asleep every evening, I indulge in the dream as if it’s real, sucking in the sweetness, never full.
