Your words
that voice
warmed
frigid fingers
to flicker light
in the dark
alone
to write:
Your face
that smile
pops up
head pulsing
stimulation
tickle-pricking
pure pleasure
to shout out
a showering
EXALTATION!
For a moment,
I FEEL POWER!
romance
hopeless hunger
Cramped between
nausea and hunger
my heart a stone
that can’t beat
when You
as sustenance
don’t come
to feed me,
when alone
You leave me.
The ache…
🩺
ECHOS!!!
Relieve me.
here kitty
I want to be your pussy cat, climbing up your chest pit-a-pat, nuzzling my nose across your skin to tickle-lick the nape of your neck, and with a head rub upon your lobe, my purrrr vibrates waves of cravings to your inner-ear, “I need you!” echos loud and clear…(Can you hear???)
You may not have a cat, but as a cat owner, woth Banchee there’s one thing of which I’m certain: at times there’s a NEED, not just a want to be pet, aggression when denied, staring at me as if I don’t love him, like I lied. I’m kinda like that.
When I think I’ve lost you, when I’m SURE that your gone, when I’m positive I will NEVER, EVER get to rub your head again, I transform myself into a kitty, and I pretend that I’m your only pussy friend.
to lay me right in the head
I lost my voice. Absconding with social scarcity into my mind, awaiting sleep where my subconscious allows it to speak…
You sit with me before a fire burning, and I confess, “I’ve written this scene in two different stories, but I couldn’t finish it.”
Your eyes, focusing on reading me, widen in a sad furrow, “Why?” Your simple reply, but I knew that you knew.
A stutter-start, “I…um…I…mmm…I need you to teach me…mmm, teach me what to do. It’s been an eternity since my desire dined upon your whims. With you, my dreams come true.”
You bow your head to nuzzle my neck, thick lips kiss a slow crawl to my chin, whispering, “First…”
You sit tall, peer into my eyes, and glide a fan of fingers over my cheekbone, slipping your fourth digit atop my bottom lip, when compelled my tongue closes over the tip while a moan at being touched escapes from deep in my throat, and then, you lean in and envelop me in your arms, kissing my lips, our tongues swimming a dance of love-lust…
On a rug of fur, to animals we return, clothes gone, kneeling with your cock standing tall, I pull on your head while I guide your hips down upon my body, and I push your tip to slip through my pussy walls, sliding deeper with each pressure push wetting wild the ride as my chest arches breasts into your palms.
With a breast squeeze, you pin my nipples together, a lick and a bite allthewhile pumping up your head into me, until I yell all sloppy, “Yes! I need you to plug the hole, oh yeah,” and you push, push, push down deep, and lean in to kiss me again, as I scream, “Yes…yes…plug the hole in my soul!” And filled creamy, you left me dreamy.
No more needs to be said. You laid me right in the head.
How was the big V?
Did your big V make out like my big V:
vibration coming from watching sex on TV,
alone while with somebody,
no kiss or any happy to the V.
Yet another holiday kidless and estranged.
While young, I always wondered what 20 years of marriage would be like, knowing that would never be me…
Now, I guess I know.
My big V forever will be neglected and longing for someone, something STIMULATING to take a moment and dote love upon me.
Unless…maybe You come satisfy my big V where X marks Your entry, hard-cocked and loaded to pump in and up the V between my legs, titlating my nips while wet kissing our hips rapid pecks perking us into a dick splashing bliss…
I sure hope You got something sweet for Your big V! I’d hate for You to not get a “Happy Valentine’s day” or a peck of a kiss.
It’d be a shame, for Yours is the kiss I miss.
Swells
Warmth swells
then seeps
across my chest
like GOO melting
the cold heart
beneath with the
effect of Your DING
unsheathed–
A sound Oh so
pleasurable!
I cup my breast
and squeeze
You held hard
between…
Here, my Love
will always be.
In Remembrance
Throughout the darkness
(so sable, so very stark),
search for his light
beaming hot, neon bright
behind eyes at night…
His smile IGNITES love
the memories a warm hug.
(To You: What I write may seem strange, or deranged, or what the fuck ever, but as I understand the world less and less, daily feeling powerless to change anything no mater how much I may vehemently disagree, whether in marriage, family, friends, the community, the country, the world, NOT ONE gives a flying fuck what I have to say, and I figure you feel the same…I was going to quit writing too, delete everything, move back in my own head, mourned you a little bit, made me feel dead, so right now, all I know for sure is this: The world is going to shit, and I just don’t fit.)
