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Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

Moochienanu said:
Who knows your darkness better than the demons inside?
What is there to say to myself that will drown out the deafening feel of my chosen silence?
When do I get to fly again so that it doesn’t feel like I’m constantly falling?
Where can I disappear and be found again on the other side?
Why do I want to be alone while in a crowd of people?
How do you escape your own mind when it plots against you not to leave?

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I know what you are saying Moochie, if I had the answers, I would share, but I'm sorry I don't. I do understand what you are going through, I often feel the same.
I hope you can find the answers, :rose:
 
Moochienanu said:
She never knew a hunger like this
Until she was in it.
The darkness all around her,
And yet she could see the heat rising
From his body and into the atmosphere.
The chill of the night was perfect,
A wave of his warmth hitting her porcelain skin
A caress of her lover before he even knew she existed.

With every step closer,
She could hear
The blood moving through his veins,
Deafening over the silence of her
Own halted circulatory system.

The embodiment of everything the world fears in a nightmare creature.
She steps out past the whimpering dogs,
Their tails between their legs and
The noxious stench of their urine marked property doing nothing
But making her nose crinkle.

He is there,
The one she hungers for
The one who knows
And fights the draw
But never wins.

Holding him is...

...an intoxicating embrace.
The only time she hears her own heartbeat anymore
Is when his blood runs through it.
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WOW! :rose:
 
Use the breaks

Stop now.
Before it’s too late
And we’re in this deeper than you are comfortable with
Because I have a track record:
I don’t stop.
My breaks don’t work without aide.
I cut that line a long time ago and let the fluid drain
As opposed to living in a dead zone where I didn’t ever move at all,
Stalled at the side of a road without an end in sight.
This is better for me
Because I quickly know what I want.
I want you.
And I won’t stop or slow until you’re mine.

You’re the one who will need to put up your hand
And keep me from moving too fast
Moving us too fast
For your comfort.
I’m good with speed
You know that.
I can jump from A to Z and be alright with that
If you whispered the suggestion in my ear it would be an even faster jump...

Whenever you express your questions of how,
I get nervous.
Have I done something?
I do things without knowing I do sometimes.
I don’t mean to.
You make my brain explode with possibilities,
But if I do nothing but cause a negative response in you with my speed,
You need to put your foot down.

Stop me
If you need to.
Tell me my zero to sixty is causing you to grab hold of the oh shit handle
In the passenger seat
With white knuckles
And tense body,
Put a hand on my thigh.
Look over at me and just say it:
“Slow down.”

We can.
I will be okay
There’s just... I know you feel it too:
...the need
...the understanding
...the fit
...the comfort
...the want
...the joy
...the bliss
...the hunger
That makes me want to get there faster than maybe we should or need to.

Just slow me down.
Tell me.
Don’t leave me to wonder
Because I will overthink it
Until there is no sense to anything anymore
And I will fear this nonexistent conversation even more.
I read you and you read me, but we need to share this aloud.
I think I hear you,
But I’ve been wrong before.
Am I wrong now?

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Moochienanu said:
Where can I disappear and be found again on the other side?
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This one was all beautiful, but if you get an answer to this one, I'd be really interested to know what it is!

And I love the pink shoes.
 
Moochienanu said:
Stop now.
Before it’s too late
And we’re in this deeper than you are comfortable with
Because I have a track record:
I don’t stop.
My breaks don’t work without aide.
I cut that line a long time ago and let the fluid drain
As opposed to living in a dead zone where I didn’t ever move at all,
Stalled at the side of a road without an end in sight.
This is better for me
Because I quickly know what I want.
I want you.
And I won’t stop or slow until you’re mine.

You’re the one who will need to put up your hand
And keep me from moving too fast
Moving us too fast
For your comfort.
I’m good with speed
You know that.
I can jump from A to Z and be alright with that
If you whispered the suggestion in my ear it would be an even faster jump...

Whenever you express your questions of how,
I get nervous.
Have I done something?
I do things without knowing I do sometimes.
I don’t mean to.
You make my brain explode with possibilities,
But if I do nothing but cause a negative response in you with my speed,
You need to put your foot down.

Stop me
If you need to.
Tell me my zero to sixty is causing you to grab hold of the oh shit handle
In the passenger seat
With white knuckles
And tense body,
Put a hand on my thigh.
Look over at me and just say it:
“Slow down.”

We can.
I will be okay
There’s just... I know you feel it too:
...the need
...the understanding
...the fit
...the comfort
...the want
...the joy
...the bliss
...the hunger
That makes me want to get there faster than maybe we should or need to.

Just slow me down.
Tell me.
Don’t leave me to wonder
Because I will overthink it
Until there is no sense to anything anymore
And I will fear this nonexistent conversation even more.
I read you and you read me, but we need to share this aloud.
I think I hear you,
But I’ve been wrong before.
Am I wrong now?

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2067012&stc=1&d=1553698558
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I see you don’t really need to be told to slow down, you already have your foot on the brake, you may just need a little help with how much pressure to apply to achieve it.
 
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Moochienanu said:
Stop now.
Before it’s too late
And we’re in this deeper than you are comfortable with
Because I have a track record:
I don’t stop.
My breaks don’t work without aide.
I cut that line a long time ago and let the fluid drain
As opposed to living in a dead zone where I didn’t ever move at all,
Stalled at the side of a road without an end in sight.
This is better for me
Because I quickly know what I want.
I want you.
And I won’t stop or slow until you’re mine.

You’re the one who will need to put up your hand
And keep me from moving too fast
Moving us too fast
For your comfort.
I’m good with speed
You know that.
I can jump from A to Z and be alright with that
If you whispered the suggestion in my ear it would be an even faster jump...

Whenever you express your questions of how,
I get nervous.
Have I done something?
I do things without knowing I do sometimes.
I don’t mean to.
You make my brain explode with possibilities,
But if I do nothing but cause a negative response in you with my speed,
You need to put your foot down.

Stop me
If you need to.
Tell me my zero to sixty is causing you to grab hold of the oh shit handle
In the passenger seat
With white knuckles
And tense body,
Put a hand on my thigh.
Look over at me and just say it:
“Slow down.”

We can.
I will be okay
There’s just... I know you feel it too:
...the need
...the understanding
...the fit
...the comfort
...the want
...the joy
...the bliss
...the hunger
That makes me want to get there faster than maybe we should or need to.

Just slow me down.
Tell me.
Don’t leave me to wonder
Because I will overthink it
Until there is no sense to anything anymore
And I will fear this nonexistent conversation even more.
I read you and you read me, but we need to share this aloud.
I think I hear you,
But I’ve been wrong before.
Am I wrong now?

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That mad rush, when the feelings are so powerful and the accompanying feelings of risk and doubt that comes with it... Wonderfully written Moochie! :rose::rose:
 
Moochienanu said:
Stop now.
Before it’s too late
And we’re in this deeper than you are comfortable with
Because I have a track record:
I don’t stop.
My breaks don’t work without aide.
I cut that line a long time ago and let the fluid drain
As opposed to living in a dead zone where I didn’t ever move at all,
Stalled at the side of a road without an end in sight.
This is better for me
Because I quickly know what I want.
I want you.
And I won’t stop or slow until you’re mine.

You’re the one who will need to put up your hand
And keep me from moving too fast
Moving us too fast
For your comfort.
I’m good with speed
You know that.
I can jump from A to Z and be alright with that
If you whispered the suggestion in my ear it would be an even faster jump...

Whenever you express your questions of how,
I get nervous.
Have I done something?
I do things without knowing I do sometimes.
I don’t mean to.
You make my brain explode with possibilities,
But if I do nothing but cause a negative response in you with my speed,
You need to put your foot down.

Stop me
If you need to.
Tell me my zero to sixty is causing you to grab hold of the oh shit handle
In the passenger seat
With white knuckles
And tense body,
Put a hand on my thigh.
Look over at me and just say it:
“Slow down.”

We can.
I will be okay
There’s just... I know you feel it too:
...the need
...the understanding
...the fit
...the comfort
...the want
...the joy
...the bliss
...the hunger
That makes me want to get there faster than maybe we should or need to.

Just slow me down.
Tell me.
Don’t leave me to wonder
Because I will overthink it
Until there is no sense to anything anymore
And I will fear this nonexistent conversation even more.
I read you and you read me, but we need to share this aloud.
I think I hear you,
But I’ve been wrong before.
Am I wrong now?

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I just love coming by your place and immersing myself in your world...or at least the world you choose to share, those parts of your world you share so artfully. As always a thrill to the senses. :rose:

I heard this today and thought of you.....just thought I would share it with you. x

Into Dust

Now I need to scroll back and catch up.
 
As I lay my head upon this pillow, I am thankful for unoffensive waffles, coffee as a vegetable, a never-ending hallway, and You.

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Moochienanu said:
As I lay my head upon this pillow, I am thankful for unoffensive waffles, coffee as a vegetable, a never-ending hallway, and You.

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Continue to be strong and hold on to the sweet and positive elements of your world. Wish I could be at the other end of that hall walking quickly to hold you tight! :kiss:
 
Moochienanu said:
As I lay my head upon this pillow, I am thankful for unoffensive waffles, coffee as a vegetable, a never-ending hallway, and You.

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I am thankful for you, not so keen on waffles myself...or coffee :eek: xx:rose:xx
 
Moochienanu said:
This made me wonder... which of us is Thelma and which is Louise... and does that even matter?
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I don't think it really matters, but Louise (Susan Sarandon) is the older of the two, so I will go with Louise. It was just the image I got when I read that verse after having too much whiskey/whisky at an event and facing the fact that I really don't know what I am doing with the work aspect of my life. Things feel a little better this morning, so I don't think I'll drive the convertible right off the cliff edge.
 
Skin

Feel the softness
The supple graceful movement
As you press a finger against
And a sigh escapes
With that electric charge
That flies between us.

Smooth movement over it,
As if the surface frictionless...
And with the attempt
A truth becomes apparent:
This interaction,
Contact between us
Is so much
More than physical.

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Moochienanu said:
Feel the softness
The supple graceful movement
As you press a finger against
And a sigh escapes
With that electric charge
That flies between us.

Smooth movement over it,
As if the surface frictionless...
And with the attempt
A truth becomes apparent:
This interaction,
Contact between us
Is so much
More than physical.

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2067099&stc=1&d=1553805756
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In a good relationship, the contact is on emotional, mental and physical planes.

I like that this photo is brighter than the past few and I don’t just mean there is more physical light to it, it has a lighter tone to it, not a dark.
 
Moochienanu said:
Feel the softness
The supple graceful movement
As you press a finger against
And a sigh escapes
With that electric charge
That flies between us.

Smooth movement over it,
As if the surface frictionless...
And with the attempt
A truth becomes apparent:
This interaction,
Contact between us
Is so much
More than physical.

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Consider me sufficiently mentally stimulated after reading that!
 
Billsexpot said:
Pretty all around.
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I’m trying to decide if I’m more impressed by you posting 44 comments in one day, or the fact that I seem to be the only comment stop on your foray into ampics... either way, thank you for leaving the kind words, Mr. Sexpot and welcome to my thread.
 
Moochienanu said:
Feel the softness
The supple graceful movement
As you press a finger against
And a sigh escapes
With that electric charge
That flies between us.

Smooth movement over it,
As if the surface frictionless...
And with the attempt
A truth becomes apparent:
This interaction,
Contact between us
Is so much
More than physical.

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Those words and that extraordinary picture just blend into one so beautifully, you are a work of art :heart:
 
Moochienanu said:
I’m trying to decide if I’m more impressed by you posting 44 comments in one day, or the fact that I seem to be the only comment stop on your foray into ampics... either way, thank you for leaving the kind words, Mr. Sexpot and welcome to my thread.
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I’m impressive all around😉
 
Moochienanu said:
Feel the softness
The supple graceful movement
As you press a finger against
And a sigh escapes
With that electric charge
That flies between us.

Smooth movement over it,
As if the surface frictionless...
And with the attempt
A truth becomes apparent:
This interaction,
Contact between us
Is so much
More than physical.

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Lovely!!! Both prose and picture!!!:rose:
 
Dripping
Clean
Standing
Wet
Naked
Chilly
Fluid
Trickling
Still
Inspiring
Thoughtful

And
Alone...
But not lonely.

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