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

Moochienanu said:

Steam rises
From her skin
Which smells soft and sweet
Stepping out
One foot past the tile
To the concrete
With its drains recessed.

I remember smelling her dampness
And the way her movements
Seem to tell me
The slight smile
Her hands ringing her hair...
And I wanted to kiss every single thing about her
But especially the wet
I knew that happened
Between her legs.

I slowly walked over
Allowing the intoxication of her nakedness near mine
To fill me a bit
With a youthful wonder as to why
And how do I go about?

It then didn’t matter
Because as I moved to go past her
Into the showers
Almost touching her shoulder to mine
She looked right into my eyes
And turned
To push her body
Against mine
And kiss me.

Stunned, her lips were soft
Wet hand grabbing a fist of my hair
Pulling my gaze up,
away from her eyes
Which could only be described as fierce
We were walking back
While she kissed my neck
We moved together
Into the steam.

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Moochienanu said:

There have been so many great inventions in our time.
Internet technologies that allow us to meet and learn quickly with people nowhere nearby geographically,
Telephones that are now so much more than a device to call someone with,
Food is being grown and prepared in more sustainable manners with new hydroponic and organic technologies,
Medical breakthroughs that keep people alive well past when their illness would otherwise allow,
And so many other things I can't even begin to touch on that make our lives more efficient, convenient, and/or effective...


What I'm getting at is,
It seems to me,
With every one of these progressions showing how far we as a society have come,
A word should have been invented by now
To describe this feeling I get whenever I think of you.

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2072065&stc=1&d=1559465350

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Todger65 said:

Horniness, springs to mind although that only describes part of that feeling.

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Moochienanu said:

It is certainly much more than horniness.

Something deeper, but also bubbling to the surface of us both...
Something more instinctual, but also commanding...
Something tangible, but also fantastic...
Something more than, but also exactly as much...
Something so indescribably right, but also unbelievably so...

I think the great minds of our time should have come up with a word that means all the things to me... the way He does.

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Moochienanu said:

There have been so many great inventions in our time.
Internet technologies that allow us to meet and learn quickly with people nowhere nearby geographically,
Telephones that are now so much more than a device to call someone with,
Food is being grown and prepared in more sustainable manners with new hydroponic and organic technologies,
Medical breakthroughs that keep people alive well past when their illness would otherwise allow,
And so many other things I can't even begin to touch on that make our lives more efficient, convenient, and/or effective...


What I'm getting at is,
It seems to me,
With every one of these progressions showing how far we as a society have come,
A word should have been invented by now
To describe this feeling I get whenever I think of you.

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Moochienanu said:

But then I think
About how and who I am
Is because you were not there.
I am the one who sought out and read a stack of manuals to teach myself about my car.
I am the one who dealt with "Crashtest" until I figured out how to use a handbrake on my own.
I am the one who tromped through the forest alone,
Imagining myself the hero,
Saving entire villages singlehanded.
I am the one who sat on the pavement and cried
Into my skinned knee
Until the pain of the fall
Wasn't what hurt anymore.

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Moochienanu said:

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2072195&stc=1&d=1559573204

I think about what it would have been like
To have someone like you in my life when I was younger.
Would you have taught me how to change a tire on my first car?
Use the brakes on my bike so that I didn't get the nickname "Crashtest?"
Would you have joined me in the woods barefoot,
Crashing around carelessly,
Building forts and hiding from the bad guys?
Would you be the one to scoop me up in your arms when I fell,
Kiss my gravel-scarred knee,
And hold me to your chest as I cried?

But then I think
About how and who I am
Is because you were not there.
I am the one who sought out and read a stack of manuals to teach myself about my car.
I am the one who dealt with "Crashtest" until I figured out how to use a handbrake on my own.
I am the one who tromped through the forest alone,
Imagining myself the hero,
Saving entire villages singlehanded.
I am the one who sat on the pavement and cried
Into my skinned knee
Until the pain of the fall
Wasn't what hurt anymore.

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Moochienanu said:

If you were a cookie
there would be a line of people
out the door of the bakery
all filled with hope
for a chance to nibble you.

If you were a cookie
your flavor would be
the right balance
of sweet and salty
to make the taster sigh.

If you were a cookie
your texture would be
soft in the center
with a crisp, rough edge
that makes biting you sumptuous.

If you were a cookie
I would need to have
all of you to myself
devouring every morsel
and craving ever more.

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ohverbatum7 said:

Exquisite bum pic.

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Moochienanu said:

He was a military man
and had no need for a woman in his life
to soften edges
or weigh him down.

She was a military woman
and had no need for a man in her life
to make her feel vulnerable
or less than worthy.

Eating at a table in the mess
across from each other
the toes of his boot
touched hers.

While in uniform
any affection between personnel
is frowned upon
and unacceptable.

The toes of their combat boots
under the table
were all that they touched
of the other for months.

Finally, they had the time
and the privacy to speak
alone with one another
after two months of meals.

The intimacy they already seemed to share
from their time spent
toe to toe
was unpredictable

That moment
when they kissed for the first time
was nothing short
of miraculous.

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Moochienanu said:

He was a military man
and had no need for a woman in his life
to soften edges
or weigh him down.

She was a military woman
and had no need for a man in her life
to make her feel vulnerable
or less than worthy.

Eating at a table in the mess
across from each other
the toes of his boot
touched hers.

While in uniform
any affection between personnel
is frowned upon
and unacceptable.

The toes of their combat boots
under the table
were all that they touched
of the other for months.

Finally, they had the time
and the privacy to speak
alone with one another
after two months of meals.

The intimacy they already seemed to share
from their time spent
toe to toe
was unpredictable

That moment
when they kissed for the first time
was nothing short
of miraculous.

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2072382&stc=1&d=1559773701

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menoone said:

Wonderful build up and dynamics in that poem. Keep it up. (oh, and cute pic too )

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