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

OGMG said:

I’ll trade you towels.

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HonorableRogue said:

The last stanza is so engaging I can't help but think you wrote it first and then came up with the rest of the poem. Of course, the towel picture offers evidence to suggest that line did indeed come first. Regardless tis another signature fusion of your verbal and visual imagery.

Cheers

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Moochienanu said:

I actually wrote this one top down, which isn’t common for me. I had a moment on my mind all day and I wanted to put it to words. I got out of the bath and snapped the picture. Then, I started to put a sweet smelling lotion on, and the rest just wrote itself.

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Moochienanu said:

I actually wrote this one top down, which isn’t common for me. I had a moment on my mind all day and I wanted to put it to words. I got out of the bath and snapped the picture. Then, I started to put a sweet smelling lotion on, and the rest just wrote itself.

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ohverbatum7 said:

The difference between men and women is how the fairer sex wraps them self in a towel, it is such a sexy look, I am sure there are other differences, I will lie in a darkened room and think of others.
( I just discovered that them and self are separate words, whereas the plural themselves is one!)

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PhotoKink said:

Depends on who you ask... A low riding towel around the hips of a nice furry body can be very sexy too. At least to those of us that like fur

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PhotoKink said:

Depends on who you ask... A low riding towel around the hips of a nice furry body can be very sexy too. At least to those of us that like fur

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AngelicaS1780 said:

Or even a not so furry body. Definitely needs to ride low on the hips.

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Moochienanu said:

I put you inside.
Used sternal wires to bring my rib cage back together,
And then proceeded to suture shut the fascial layers
And finally the skin.

You’re there.
I can feel you when I close my eyes and listen.
When the thudding and the whoosh of blood
Is louder than the cacophony of the outside world.

I’m going to keep you.
Even after you want to leave,
Traces of you in the ventricles as they pump hard
Against the resistance of my peripheral vascular ire
Will be felt, heard, kept always.

You have opened me
And I have shut you inside.

Whether you consent or not,
You are a captive
Every moment
Of every day.

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Moochienanu said:

I put you inside.
Used sternal wires to bring my rib cage back together,
And then proceeded to suture shut the fascial layers
And finally the skin.

You’re there.
I can feel you when I close my eyes and listen.
When the thudding and the whoosh of blood
Is louder than the cacophony of the outside world.

I’m going to keep you.
Even after you want to leave,
Traces of you in the ventricles as they pump hard
Against the resistance of my peripheral vascular ire
Will be felt, heard, kept always.

You have opened me
And I have shut you inside.

Whether you consent or not,
You are a captive
Every moment
Of every day.

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Moochienanu said:

Just a reminder: the future’s open wide.

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Moochienanu said:

I love that I dream about you.
I make fantasy of the little things,
And put us in places I may never get to in reality.

Yesterday, my subconscious put us in a kitchen
You walking in, seeing me making a pie.
I’m rolling the crust out with a pin
On a floured countertop.
There is that something in your eye
As you walk over to where I am.

Your hand rests on my hip
As you use the other
To push my hair back and off of my shoulder.
You plant two, three spine-sparkling kisses
Along my neck and I let go of the rolling pin.

I turn to face you as your kisses move
Up from my neck, to jawline, and resting on my lips
You’re hard and pressing against me,
But I am so short, it is against my belly.
I need to feel you between my legs.

You need it to, so you lift me by the hips,
I quickly push back the crust with a hand
As you place me on the counter
And lean into me,
My legs wrap around you,
Pulling you closer...





Fuck.

I love that I dream about you.

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Moochienanu said:

The last time,
I started
In a place of unsure casting,
But I pulled the end of the skein,
And unraveled a story worth reading.

I was thrown off course,
Dropped stitches,
And ended up with only half a sock.

I then finished a year,
Dropped the entire thread,
Incomplete sock and all,
And picked up this new project to try my hand at.

Now, I know how to knit.
I learned it while in my first High School play.
Pearl, knit.
Yeah, I can do it,
Although my crochet is better.
So I started new.

This time my thread was supported in the background.
You, with me, have seen how this project has grown.
Held together with a stronger stitch
Than I even thought possible.

I’ve been throwing the thread over my hook
Almost every day,
Pulling the lines through,
And am often returned with a row to be proud of.

Everything I have created,
Even in my uncertainty and despair here
Has been worth the time
And all the creative effort.

So today,
On my thread’s day,
I thank the one that cares for me,
Binds me,
Holds me together,
Hears me cry when no one else will,
And holds me close even when I am a mess.

You are the one who allowed this thread
To be crocheted together
Into an amazing sweater.

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Todger65 said:

Happy thread-versary Moochie. A couple of years of ups and downs, but I am so pleased you have a good supporter in the background. Thank Him for me for looking out for you.

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I will certainly leave crumbs for Him to see your message, Todger. Thank you for sticking with me through my rollercoasters. You’re an appreciated connoisseur of the AmPic arts.

Shyguy1369 said:

I don't comment as much as I use to. But I read everything. I love your words. I think of you often, and your thread is a must visit for me every day. You are truly an amazing woman Moochie. Much

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AngelicaS1780 said:

Happy Threadiversary, my dear friend.
May the next year bring you continued creative inspiration.

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Thank you so much, Lovely.

I have to tell you about the inspiration for the celebration post because it was the cutest thing: after you and I discussed that I should continue in this thread, I asked Daddy how He thought I should celebrate the day. Now, to give some context: we were also discussing how I like to take my shirt off in the car, how He leaves me speechless sometimes, and how He had to get going into work, so when He just threw a message at me that read “hmm, word play on threads becoming a sweater?” It took me a few hours to even figure out what He was suggesting.

Anyways, I just got off work and saw He’s seen the post. My message telling me? “and I will take some credit for a truly beautiful post. Thank you.” I have the most adorable inspiration.

(Pssst: sorry for quoting you without asking first, but you’re also welcome. *blows you kisses*)

Willingtoshare said:

Happy T day lovely. Just keep on, being you.

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Will! Thank you for the good wishes. I’ll do my very best.