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Expectations Wall
Posted:Mar 27, 2020 7:17 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2020 3:30 pm
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From the instant we are born, adults teach us right from wrong.
They instill in us whats fair, how ask acceptable questions,
and avoid those you shouldn’t dare. On a path we are placed,
and life moves us along, yet I ask myself if this is where I
belong. For months I have been stuffing things that never
at all felt right, they hurt and robbed of who I am
at heart. But I didn’t rock the boat, confrontation
avoided. I dared believe a story, instead of the facts
presented at the start. The box finally open, I feel like I can
breathe. I said my part, I cleansed my heart, now its time to
live for me. As I look around, beyond my paths edge, that’s
where I want to start. I’ve always been taught to fear this place,
there is no good there at all. But my parents lived their lives as
they had been taught, behind expectations wall.
If you look throughout history, some of the most worthy
people to meet, have wandered off their path and found
themselves along the way. They didn’t head back with
their predetermined map, they forged forward, happy
on their own track. I am not frightened, nor scared to be lost,
I will from now on be me, at all cost.
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I Wish
Posted:Mar 23, 2020 6:10 pm
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2020 6:50 pm
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I Wish a hungry heart,
didn’t feast on lies.
I wish for things,
like a mockingbird cries.

I Wish words,
meant the same thing
to all. Sparing the depth
to which we can fall.

I Wish agendas,
were left at work.
Fuck me, I wish
I could twerk.

I Wish green grass,
lay beneath the snow.
When it melted, and
thawed, lush and ready
to mow.

I Wish I knew things
I did not, and not always
what I do. So many
things, for me and you.

I Wish my grandbaby,
to always know, how
much I loved and
fought for her so.

I Wish I had a fairy,
she’d keep me safe.
I'd hold her dear, and
treat her right. In
exchange for her
wafe fairy insight.

Mmm, and I Wish for you,
naked in my bed. Covered in
chocolate sauce, whipped
cream, and fruit. A
delectable spread.

I Wish…
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Mmmmmm
Posted:Mar 19, 2020 9:59 pm
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2020 8:51 pm
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“Here is to being Naked!
Fully revealed
Open to your surroundings
Unprotected yet safe
Shy yet confident
Wanting to be desired
Needing to be touched
Needing another to share
Free to be
Pleasures sought
Pleasures shared”

Here is to being Naked!
Vulnerable, yet unafraid, as we
lead to the bed, the one we desire.
Touching, tasting, and pleasing them
in ways that show them how they are
wanted, needed, and so very sexy in
our eyes.

Offering ourselves to them, so they too
can experience joys and gratifications,
through the giving of pleasure. Taking
each other to a place, where they
may feel and see themselves as the
other does.

Here’s to Sensuality!
Shared with one another on the journey,
the strength gained, the memories made,
and the bond strengthened.
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Short and Sweet
Posted:Mar 15, 2020 8:56 pm
Last Updated:Mar 20, 2020 6:45 am
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As news filters in,
and texts and email are
more sickening to read.
I can only shake my head,
with the common plead.

Wash your hands, is what
they all said. Xfinity, the dentist,
employers too, Caribou, Face book,
they “care about you.” LMAO,
Xfinity? Who the fuck knew.

The governor closed city offices,
the president, took to the air.
Imploring people who might seem
to care. Today world peace was not
in the talk, rather personal hygiene
was of the essence, and distance
from another while out on a walk.

As I strolled through the stores,
It was amazing, there were no lines,
no people, didn’t hear a squawk.
Thank goodness I didn’t need
toilet paper, the shelves were bare.
Water, soap, Clorox wipes all have
been hoarded with care.

As panic sets in,
and desperation for supplies is in
masses. I shake my head, why must adults
be told, what we learned in elementary
classes?

I apologize if this is you, and common sense
Is actually needed to be proffered here too.
If such is the case, and maybe you’d been
absent from class. You’ve never washed your
hands before or even wiped your ass.

Please know this is a thing people
routinely do, it shouldn’t take congress
to educate you. But, in the event the light
bulb has not yet been lit. Here it is short
and sweet. Wash your hands, keep
them clean, and in the event you shit,
use the toilet paper you have amassed,
spare not a bit.. Oh yes, then WASH YOUR HANDS!!!
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You Make the Cake
Posted:Mar 5, 2020 8:19 pm
Last Updated:Mar 8, 2020 1:41 am
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All I want is one more smile, one more conversation,
can you just come back for a while?
I’ll put coffee on,
I know you like yours black.
If it warps the spoon, you said I was, “on track”.
I’ll tell you something funny, lets share a laugh,
I’ll hide us from this reality, you’d never go back.
My friend, you’ve only just left, and
already I miss you more than I knew
I could. I’ve cried more tears, than I ever thought
I would. I’ve been angry, I’ve been sad, so now I’ll try
bargaining, you make the cake. Over our
coffee we can ponder things as we often did, oh the grand
decisions we would make.
Yes, I know I am selfish for wishing you back.
Your body was so broken, and riddled with pain.
You fought a good fight, you took no flack. Time does not
heal all wounds as they say,
I must learn how to dance around the void, and in the darkness
of night, as I gaze at the stars,
the one with the brightest light is where we can meet.
I’ll bring the coffee, you make the cake, and in my heart you will always remain.
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Forbidden Fruit
Posted:Mar 1, 2020 9:31 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2020 10:42 pm
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From the moment we met, I knew it may not last. My brain was hungry for your knowledge, my heart for your words,
my body for your touch, and when we shared a kiss, I was hooked.

My body craves you, it needs your touch, and eats it readily. My lips long to meet yours, and to share the energy only we can create. My body wants to be pressed to yours as the night sky illuminates the bed- In a place, only we together can get to.

You were the forbidden fruit, your skin smooth, your flesh succulent. Yet I do not sit in wait of judgement, for partaking of you. No, I see your face first thing in the morning, and last at night. I see your eyes light up, as your smile brings me warmth. My lips have tasted the infinite possibilities. There are no boundaries to us. My body cries out for yours. Embrace me, lead me to our place. I surrender myself to you. Forbidden yet perfect in so many ways.
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Dreams
Posted:Feb 23, 2020 9:25 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2020 9:26 am
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Dreams or so it is said,
Is what happens at night
within our head. As our
brain works, while we are
at rest, storing, or deleting,
lessons learned best.

I recall my dreams, In such
vivid hue. My dreams include
people with faces, me and you.

Rich in power, they evoke
emotion. I wake feeling the
power of their magical potion.
This to me, simply is not right.
I challenge what Is said
happens within us at night.

The brains sole purpose is
to survive. It has no feeling,
It keeps us alive. To feel, we
must involve our heart.
unlike other mammals
this sets us apart.

A dream then is systemic,
felt to the core. Though some
are vague and we must seek why
to know more.

Maybe its our hearts way of
helping us see things we otherwise
may not.

Or perhaps in this one moment,
our heart and brain understand each other
and from this we could learn a lot.
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The taste of Her Pleasure
Posted:Feb 22, 2020 8:23 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2020 8:52 pm
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As she slowly woke, all alone in the big empty bed,
and Bon Jovi crooned softly in the background about
a bed of roses, her thoughts began to wander to her
lover. Reaching over stroking the pillow he lays his head
on, and pulling it close she could still smell his scent.
She could feel his soft, warm kiss on her lips. She
heard his voice as he held her close the evening before.
She felt his hands offering their sensual touch. He knew
just how to touch her, tease her, please her.

How she wished he was there then. Her body ached
to feel him. Her nipples erect and firm as she played with
them. She allowed her fingers to make their way
down to her inner thighs, stroking them lightly and teasing
them like he would. Moving up she felt her swollen lips,
parting them to enjoy the warm, wet sensations, before finding
their way in, pleasing her again and again, as if she were his
in the moment. Her body trembled as the orgasm cascade
intensified. Gripping her sheets tightly, as moans escaped
her mouth, before finally succumbing to the weakness, and
fatigue, that possessed her. Her fingers made one last journey
to her mouth, but before she could enjoy the taste of
her pleasure, a warm tongue wrapped around them.
He was home.
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Trust
Posted:Feb 17, 2020 12:54 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2020 3:01 pm
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Its comfort,
and peace of mind.
It’s a rarity,
and wonderful to find.

Its direction,
and provides a clear path.
Its safety,
and freedom from wrath.

It takes time to build,
and a second to be lost.

Its then pain,
vulnerability without a shield.
Its then hurt,
and wounds hard to be healed.

Its then walls,
that go up, taller than you.
It’s a friend circle made small,
can you believe what they
say or do?

Its a tiresome, mindful game,
you try hard to believe.
Its always watching, waiting,
you’re sure they will deceive.

Its a special person,
who can tear down those walls.
Its giving back sunshine,
without it being realized at all.
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Your Gift to Me
Posted:Feb 12, 2020 12:31 am
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2020 3:04 pm
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It is not things,
You may do for me or say.
It is how you show you care,
In a very different way.

It is in your eyes, your smile.
Your arms holding me tight.
How your lips fit with mine,
That feels just right.

It is your hands, and the way they touch me.
Showing me dignity and respect.
Your fingers, and how they trace me,
That just thinking about it can get me wet.

It is being in your arms,
How your body moves with mine.
Your hunger, matches my own.
Simply divine.

It is in how you see me,
With an unfiltered eye.
That allows me to spread my wings,
With confidence I can fly.
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I Love that Most
Posted:Jan 29, 2020 8:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2020 3:04 pm
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Its in the look,
his smile, his eyes.
Its his smell, his touch,
his hands on my thighs.

Its in the words we share,
that speak to my brain.
Seducing me with intelligence-
damn that’s sexy!!
Does that make me seem vain?

Its in his breath,
so warm on my neck.
My flesh set afire,
as it stokes my desire.

Its in how our bodies collide,
with fingers laced, face to face,
as our hips grind, the ecstasy
we find.

Its in the silence,
as we collapse on the bed.
His arm around me,
pulling me in close.
Holding me to sleep,
that I LOVE THE MOST.
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Chuck It in The Bucket
Posted:Jan 27, 2020 2:34 am
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2020 12:20 am
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Ahhh, the almighty fuck it bucket. How I derive peace from putting things in it. Things that cause displeasure, pain, anxiety, doubt, and fear....Things that are just crap.

Sometimes people just have enough going on, that they don’t need crap they have no room for. Boom toss it in the bucket. My bucket has long been underutilized. I’ve made myself a door mat of sorts, for the comfort of others, given too many chances, things that end at my personal expense.

Ever put people in yours? They take up space, but heck it’s bottomless right?

I’m very happy right now with what and who I have in my life. Life is too short, to lose precious time together over people and things not worth the energy. Those things that deplete and don’t replenish. Things that cause inner conflict, and interfere with what should be quality time together. I’m done with that, My happiness and mood affects those close to me. I refuse to bring them down any longer with it. My bucket is out, and it’s time to chuck it in the bucket.
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Brown Eyes
Posted:Jan 23, 2020 8:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2020 10:54 am
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As I sit and look in his eyes,
I see more than just color, or
as some may say, “his soul.”
No. I see pools of the richest
chocolate in which I want to drown.

Like my favorite wine on the
warmest of days may intoxicate
me- so do they.
In his look, I forget my troubles
and for a moment, I'm free.

They make me feel peace,
safe, and secure.
The rest of the world blurred,
they make me feel sure.

They're the color of fudge,
slowly heated in a pan.
With a naughty, devilish charm,
Im drawn to this man.

So much like a garden,
quenched by a fierce rain.
It is his eyes, that flood my brain.

Bathing in that pool,
is right where I want to be.
But his brown eyes, well, they
were never meant to see me.
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