saying something foolish

Missed you too. I say it was been a rough week, month, year, but I think it is starting to stretch out into decades.:rolleyes:


:kiss:

We may not get to see each other until next year's Chicago!

No, sometime this summer it will work, I'm certain.

:heart:
 
So, I had this thought of recycled dreams.
You know the ones---
You should know the ones,
But maybe not, since it was of you
I was dreaming.
Thoughts lingered on.
and days begat weeks begat months---
Where does time go?
When I say that tomorrow,
tomorrow I was say I how I really feel
and how much I love you
Just as soon as I finish this show,
finish reading the chapter
sleep on it just one more night.
Knowing that you don’t care anymore
or care any less.
Caring means pain
and I think we are all so tired of pain.
Sorrow sings to me
silent sighs sung tremolo.
Silent sighs…
Silent.
 
Do you hear
"I love you,"
when I whisper
against your skin.

Perhaps not,
since I wait
until you moan
to tell you these things.

Intimate words
whispered
into intimate places
taste so sweet.
 
daydream you into submission.
Thoughts parting your thighs,
offering lips to kiss
my desire.

But then you are always my desire
sultry smile
as fingers stroke your neck
your shoulders.

First your fingers,
then mine,
that seek to grasp.
Selfish, in a decadent way.

Stockings may forshadow the dream,
but limit nothing to desire.
Limit me nothing
to my desire.
 
Sarcastic tongue
offers only snide licks
twitched along curves
with a constant leer.

Seeking her desire
along a twisted path
of pleasure and restraint,
pain and affection,

as if I couldn't find her moment
that I'm hiding behind her back.
A lack of remorse
seeking cruel to be kind.

If not kind,
at least generous
in her pleasure.
It just may take a while.
 
She leads me to dream,
as if I wouldn't anyway,
of tangerines and apples,
strawberries frosted with cream.

Translate for me
the color, shape, taste
of lips smiling
as she sleeps,

of a nipple
not quite bared
for kisses,
soft caresses.

Silent breathing, soft sighs,
an effortless stretch
as she lays sleeping,
as I lay sleepless.

Dreaming my desire
in the silence of the night.
No one can hear my heart,
can feel my touch.
 
Lickerish

tongue upon her thigh
oh my
how much further
dare I kiss
such bliss
to gaze upon
bare flesh
stripped of all illusion
by a firm hand
and a sharp tug
to send her pants
downward
into sin
this is not a sin
not doing this
is the sin
distressed elastic
snaps back into place
the crackle of its distress
the sound of tearing cloth
and the low throaty chuckle
in the background
her fingers part the folds
and point the way
and I smile at her gasp
mumble at her moan
and become mesmerized
by her taste
one lick at a time
 
For Imp's Birthday

conversation strewn like sand upon the beach
let me shape the castle
and crown you queen

say unto pleasure
impulsive my desire
to taste the sense of you

scattered words debauched
by moans and groans
centered on your sex

your soul
don't speak of madness
fondled gentle is the caress

ungentle is the bite in need
eating at sanity
no need with primal urge

all senses one
grated thoughts an agony
shards of sensible left lying

upon floor-strewn rumpled sheets
flaunting sinuous shapes
complex curves

spend a lifetime exploring
tortured words torn
from lips that would rather kiss

than talk
at least until the crest has broken
broken need

into simple elements
bright and shiny and
kiss once more
 
She leads me to dream,
as if I wouldn't anyway,
of tangerines and apples,
strawberries frosted with cream.

Translate for me
the color, shape, taste
of lips smiling
as she sleeps,

of a nipple
not quite bared
for kisses,
soft caresses.

Silent breathing, soft sighs,
an effortless stretch
as she lays sleeping,
as I lay sleepless.

Dreaming my desire
in the silence of the night.
No one can hear my heart,
can feel my touch.

I love this. :)
 
The words are being contrary today. Not sure I should have let them out to play....



Turning her head
to avoid his kiss
means he ends up tasting her neck,
which is what she wanted anyway.

A single tear of mourning
for the blouse he has just destroyed;
sound of cloth tearing,
shimmering buttons falling.

Hair knots tangle fingers
as he forces her lips to his.
Squeezing a nipple
makes her gasp,

opening her mouth
for him to penetrate
with decadent tongue.
Her mouth is not all he plans to penetrate.

In a way he defiles her love
with his desire,
but that is fine.
He has no problems

with bite marks
and handprints
marking her.
Almost as good as a brand.
 
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I pervert the image,
she unconsciously
strokes her neck.

Gliding, sliding
skin smooth to the touch.
Her touch.
I long to touch
her. Taste her.
Throat rising
above the collar of a man’s shirt
too big for her frame.
Shirt-dress open-collar
taken out of frame, out of context.

Breasts move and sway,
curve, perv me a view.
Something about how those fingers
trail along curves,
so familiar,
Makes wonder where
Travels take her.
Makes her innocence
so much more decadent
while I leer.

Slow.
Make my thoughts slow down
As I aspirate my senses.
There is a measured grace
in the length of calf and thigh
exposed,
unwittingly exposed to view.
In confidence, but no secret,
still unknown to my desire,
wanting to make acquaintance.

Gliding, sliding
tracing her neckline downward.
Salivating my sigh.
 
I pervert the image,
she unconsciously
strokes her neck.

Gliding, sliding
skin smooth to the touch.
Her touch.
I long to touch
her. Taste her.
Throat rising
above the collar of a man’s shirt
too big for her frame.
Shirt-dress open-collar
taken out of frame, out of context.

Breasts move and sway,
curve, perv me a view.
Something about how those fingers
trail along curves,
so familiar,
Makes wonder where
Travels take her.
Makes her innocence
so much more decadent
while I leer.

Slow.
Make my thoughts slow down
As I aspirate my senses.
There is a measured grace
in the length of calf and thigh
exposed,
unwittingly exposed to view.
In confidence, but no secret,
still unknown to my desire,
wanting to make acquaintance.

Gliding, sliding
tracing her neckline downward.
Salivating my sigh.

Salivating my sigh


*swoon*

Just amazing.

:rose:
 
conversation strewn like sand upon the beach
let me shape the castle
and crown you queen

say unto pleasure
impulsive my desire
to taste the sense of you

scattered words debauched
by moans and groans
centered on your sex

your soul
don't speak of madness
fondled gentle is the caress

ungentle is the bite in need
eating at sanity
no need with primal urge

all senses one
grated thoughts an agony
shards of sensible left lying

upon floor-strewn rumpled sheets
flaunting sinuous shapes
complex curves

spend a lifetime exploring
tortured words torn
from lips that would rather kiss

than talk
at least until the crest has broken
broken need

into simple elements
bright and shiny and
kiss once more

:heart: Thank you, dear Fool! :rose: :kiss:
 
It just occurred to me that there should be a word that means "difficult to describe in one word".

So when I tell her how beautiful she is,
when I tell her how much I love her...

Smile offered in lieu of words,
as if there were words to describe
what runs through my mind.
She chides me sometimes,
"You are the man with all the fancy talk,
the man with all the answers,
you say almost nothing."
Well have I fooled her.
I have no answer
except
I know there is no way
to say
what passes through my mind.
How does one describe
sharp ache of desire,
harsh intake of breath,
shaking hands
that long to pull her close
and expose
a primal need
uttered as sound
without words?
 
Somewhere in the last thread.


Okay, this is just how it turned out. Not pointing this thing at anyone. The words made me do it.



fondle me a look
transcribed in film
black and white
sequenced in her shame
as she was caught
in flagrante delicto
with a smile upon her face
coquettish look

sobbing in her pillow
crocodile tears
biting silken sheets
as if handprints left
upon bare ass
were not what she had planned
calculated risk
in her indulgence

staccato flash of cameras
paint the scene
bright white
in light unyielding to the touch
just sequence forward
go on to the next frame
nothing to see here
nothing left to see
 
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