romance

Mourning Mist

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Missed you are,

I have to say.

Mourning mist with

my eyes closed

wet by my cry…

Now, You I find:

Droplets glisten

on lustrous skin

newly cleaned

Just for me!

I drink a lick

from your neck

teeth massage

as you slide in

slow pushes, long

with kisses, caresses

spinning me round

atop Your cock

a bounce to hop 

You in and out,

up and down,

Your hand guiding

my ass rock,

I arch You deeply

fitting you keylocked

COMPLETELY

an eruption we build

fucking each other

HARD, HARD filled

PUSH,  OH!

PUMP,  OH!!

YES! OH, OH, OH!!!

How I want to hear

You cumming inside,

moaning in my ear!

I must confide.

(To You: Not feeling you makes life dark, like I’m mourning the loss of you just before every morning light, yelling while sleeping, “HELP!” But, you’re not longer listening.  I wish for a moment to feel your light glistening.)

LOOK…SEE

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I don’t have to look to see, a perfect picture memory. Each reel turns up bright any time I close my eyes, runs as black and white shadows exposing my favorite plays, endearing expressions, rogue games of intellectual fun, silliness so sweet, I eat it up, starving for more treats, and centered deep as if tickled in a yet to be discovered part, I giggle with innocent elation for the shining star of my dreams, a musical angel who comforts me, teaching transcending pain to bloom a new beginning.

Oh, to share your air…to physically feel the energy flow from your fingers, from your lips, to observe your personality dance again…oh me, oh my, what a silly romantic am I!!!

I know better, no way, but I embrace the dream at midnight as I fall asleep;)

What’s in a name?

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A simple gesture that means so much, using my name, I am STUNNED and touched. Each night you teach me. I travel to worlds I’ve never known. Oh, how I love watching you roam!

Rained out fun for my son, everyone already in bed for the night, except for me, ya know, usual shit at the usual time…

Yet…

Quiet is no longer deafening, I can pull up a memory and watch you sing, silently hoping some day to touch you again. Like shedding my battle-scared skin for a new image of myself, like my soul exchanging a blackhole for a sunrise, I’ve dared to enjoy the fall.

Honestly, I don’t think a personality has ever been more lustrous. Hot damn! I absolutely adore every piece of your puzzle!

Oh, how I can imagine, with you, a snuggle😉

You’re too addictive if I’m being honest. Of course, I want more. I have to push, push, PUSH my desire deep, where maybe it’ll fall asleep because right now, I sware…

I yearn to learn you more each night, traveling dreams to feel your light.

You Fill My Empty Cup

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Awakening

with a smile,

lungs full caught

p-a-u-s-e,

I creep my arms

from a cross

over my chest

to hands clasped

like butterfly wings

at the base of my neck,

remembering

the sweetest dream:

You knowing me.

As a perfect stranger,

you hear me better

than anyone

in my daily reality.

In my world,

everything I think

is so misunderstood,

lately I didn’t know 

if I contain

anything good.

You fill my empty cup clean full up with the most marvelous tea, leaves illuminating color in everything, a dawning of beauty within me. Sobering slow, enjoying every single moment as I go in the spirit of Carpe Diem! In awe.

to play with a wizard

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In the shower this morning, running late for a playdate, I listen to my daily dose of musical poetry when words I’ve never heard before ring true from my phone, and the images begin to pour upon my skull, drips of magnetic magic that transform to steam up the room, twist up my nose and tumble in my core…gems of meaning uncover themselves, bringing drops rolling from my eyes, closed with a wizard behind.

Bubbles gathered in my hair, I rinse, the dead down the drain with that wizard’s creative magic.

As dusk dawns my new day, I reflect for time three:

Oh, my Wizard, a spell more! My urges implore.

Finally alone, open door on my mind…Smoke fills the garage as I blow ‘Dante’s Inferno’ out, no longer a harpie eating the leaves of Hell’s Trees. Not me! I finally reflect the light of living!

Shadows dancing out of the smoke to past songs, until I feast on the novel burning beneath, in my heart, squeezing your image in my chest, ready again to feel your OH, so lovely magic notes!

Fireworks bursting all around me, I feel like Mickey Mouse as the Sorcerer’s Apprentice, and while the Wizard sleeps, I want to play with all his tools! Innocent at first I tinker, but words with me tend to get away as things I shouldn’t think or say.

Therefore, overwhelmed with adoration, everything I want to say seems wrong, too much, just like me.

I didn’t celebrate July 4th last year, politically too pissed, but this year the explosions are going off inside me and I feel like the only thing that might help is to go lie down…allow darkness and the storm’s thunder to settle…and begin to travel to a magical castle, his hand in mine, and I turn his palm up so I can kiss the center as I look in his eyes, thank him for coming into my life.

The rest of the story is yet to be told. I love watching his stories unfold!!!

steamy tonight you come

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Steamy, cloudy the beginning unfolds,

as bold and erect as I can,

I walk through the open door

into the light with eyes solely focus

upon the prize on the other side…

My palm finds your cheek,

which I carress with a knuckle sweep.

Every nerve twitching, you see me,

and locked in a moment miracle,

I know I would lose control!

You would finally know for sure.

Obvious, the yearn craving loud,

I’d lean my cheek to brush yours,

ear an inch from my mouth, whisper,

“Forgive me, I can’t help myself…

a secret dream is to feel your lips

for just a moment of your time–

Indulgences utterly sublime!“

Oh muse, I watch your mouth move

not caring if there’s danger here.

Your fire gets me high and hot

and with you in me, I want to stay lost

with my core combustion churning

the love and lust within my breast,

a tasty treat of beautiful singing,

a lullaby to snuggle my mind tonight.

(If only I really could magically will my dreams turn real, lol. My truth is harder to swallow…

You know when something like a dream comes true, actually happens, and you’re on the other side, knowing likely you’ll never get such a riveting feeling again? Oh, my woe acts like an asshole! LOL;)

Oh, to kiss the lips that sing me sleep, a dreamy that’s steamy…

Love Light

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sweet as candy,

as addictive

as lips part crack…

The layers of depth,

the hints of wandering,

the offering of perspective,

a journey of enlightenment

from beginning to end,

a glittering reflection

of intuitive introspection

this is what you showed me:

The open road of possibility,

the hills of the adventure,

golden fields, a canopy tree

the ocean waving the breeze,

even a pole calling me to speak

images of the beauty

I can’t see in my world,

I can’t find in me,

you expose me to a warmth

that tints my cheeks as fuchsia

as your flamingo shirt,

with my brain’s heat

pervading by body,

affixed I watch a star bursting

energy in front of me…

those open sky eyes,

the soft, gentle smile…

a moment I treasure,

filled with joy and laughter,

unlike any my brain

could possibly conceive

made my love light

again begin to glow brightly.

SHINE ON!

Inspiration to find my road to passion.

pulchritude

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Each piece,

a pioneering puzzle,

the ultimate game of intrigue,

even intimacy,

exploring how pieces fit together

but to bare the pulchritude

buried within the secret

life of another.

What do you see

in the morning

first light of day?

What do you do to play?

Do responsibilities get in the way?

OR Do you SIEZE THE DAY!

???

I can’t stop myself

from wondering along my way.

Grounded

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GROUNDED! I am. Hope is like magic to me. In a hopeful magic-mirror, I see a side of me that’s happy, electrified with new prospects of fun, giddy to grind with lust on my mind.      

BUT      Magic isn’t real. It’s a con.

When my brain gets too excited, it girgles naughty thoughts, and it tricks me into creating a story I want to hear, a fairy tale.     

About my days, I go slow, eyes looking up, thinking in pictures of…  

what if I found a connection

with a passionate friend, who tickles my fancy, OH yes, a muse for my fantasies…     

Every look, every touch elevates your love…that’s how I wish you’d feel about me, addicted like I’m your very favorite thing.  

Melancholy madness, knowing my truth. No magic can make me hope something will change. I’m doomed to accept my lustless fate, so I guess I’ll just go back to sleep.         

YET         

(I tell you true, this is happening right now!!!)

A yellow finch just now called my attention from my red pen bleeding onto my notebook paper.

Wheels turning I had to ponder, What is this bird saying?

He just keeps singing louder and louder, then I spot him high on a flexible limb, a cloud white floating as his backdrop:

“STOP! LOOK UP!”

He sang so lovely, not at all like the other birds, a voice and rhythm all his own.

Then, a sparrow chimes, “Just live…and be…love life…reality!”

As if stung by the sun, my eyes close, the pain in my neck feels like a knife in the muscle just turned, so a frown pulling my chin down, I wheel back into the cold darkness of the garage and close the door with a wrist-flip, twisting the deadbolt locked.

Enveloped by darkness, I see the remnants of that circle of light and I blink a quick-

CLICK!

Like a photograph, within my mind, I snap-shot this moment in real time where the moon eclipses the sun making me feel warm, less alone.

(I hope you never doubt your worth! I long to show you how much I need you in my life, or I swear I wouldn’t have been able to hang in this long:)