saying something foolish

…I can't believe you called me a sex addict. Oh my god (you know me too well)

It’s not that I am addicted to sex with you.
I do relish the taste of your lips.
And I find the way sheets
drape across your body
quite artful,
delightfully decadent
as they shape and shade
curves covered
that I have seen
but still enjoy exploring.
And that throaty chuckle you have
when you tell me I am being transparent.
I can’t help it.
I have trouble disguising desire.
Just once more,
once again,
just for tonight.
 
Housecleaning post…


Sitting at an intimate little table,
lonely for just one,
I doodle with crayons left
for fidgeting children.
Not that I am fidgeting,
just looking for other things
to think about.
Red for the passion we shared.
Green for the envy
of another man.
Blue for the sadness
since you left me.
Black for the darkness
that crosses my thoughts,
scrawled quickly,
my entree is here.





You need the quiet of an afternoon
to listen to the music sung inside,
the sound of your voice
singing softly.

Start with a simple melody of life.
Harmonize with a cascade of laughter.
Let loose the rhythm you have buried
measured to the beating of your heart,

suppressed to offer pounding tympani
of children marching forward
with a vision clear only to them,
even if it is of a mirage.

Enough of them and their booming bass.
Now is time for your song.
Sing it for me tranquillo,
sing it for me dolce.

You need to find the sound
that I love to hear.
Tonight is simply singing.
Tomorrow is seduction with a song.



There was a moment in time
you could easily get a rise from me.

Get a rise from me.
That makes me smile,
albeit sadly, ruefully.
You see
I found you oh so desirable.
Needed little in the way of push
to sharpen my need
into a mindless passion.
But mindless passion also
yields to blinding anger
Which your subtle jabs
brought to the surface
more times
than I can be comfortable with.
So now I need to let you go.
No more words for me.

So Venus rising from the foam
gets draped darkly into shapelessness.




The day cracks
like an egg
squalling in a hot skillet.
I'd like to turn over, easy
as it would be,
Bright yellow light
shines the day
makes me squint,
sigh and struggle
to the bathroom.
Eyes fried,
wash the imagined crust
from my face.



Hard to watch,
a mother
become a child, comforted
by an older brother.
Difficult to see,
a mother
who has lost her mom.




Tasked by a willful mother
with an imperfect body,
still he fills a hole
I'd found dug in my life
with peace.
Even though
evenings graced by his presence
are sometimes scented,
good to know that he finds
comfort and peace enough
to relax,
do his business.
Painful though it is,
a requirement of life.
No problem doing the paperwork.
Sending him home,
that one dreaded task complete,
a sense of satisfaction
tinted by sorrow.



find it wet
wet with sweat
as in slide along
the outward curve
and dive into a spiral
at least I'll call it that
until I groan
she moans
tasting salt
tasting kisses
or lips
kissing lips
both north and south
find it wet
 
Plethora of last posts remonstrated. No cents, since, sense required.



daytime dreamscape
fingers trail on soft skin
glistening
touched lips yield a sigh
pretending not to be aware

that she wears no scent,
she wears nothing
to disguise herself
I groan inside
as she slowly slips on a smile

sigh me silver dollars
I would be rich in my plunder
a glutton for the taste of her
letting kisses dribble
down in streams

sip a distillation of desire
seasoned by her sweat
sweetened by honey
licked in measured moments
curves from which she's molded
 
Morning



A tender light is shining on her skin
as morning peeks into her window pane.
Voyeurs delight, I wallow in my sin.

Collecting thoughts, sorting through the bin,
I wonder, without her, if I was ever sane.
A tender light is shining on her skin.

Bemused, I find that I can barely fend
off thoughts of panic. Need to find restraint.
Voyeurs delight, I wallow in my sin.

This morning seems to take me on a spin,
life seems to be upon another plane.
A tender light is shining on her skin.

To view, to taste and all my passions blend;
I want to scream, but she has left me drained.
Voyeurs delight, I wallow in my sin.

Our memories will take us where we’ve been;
to cherished moments free of any pain.
A tender light is shining on her skin.
Voyeurs delight, I wallow in my sin.
 
She told me something quite enticing
when I blew a kiss her way.
She told me she tucked my kiss
inside her bra.
She said it keeps them warm.
Now I'm not sure
whether it's kisses
or breasts
that she wants kept warmed.
But my face is hot
with thoughts of my lips
kept that close to her bare nipple.
 
She told me something quite enticing
when I blew a kiss her way.
She told me she tucked my kiss
inside her bra.
She said it keeps them warm.
Now I'm not sure
whether it's kisses
or breasts
that she wants kept warmed.
But my face is hot
with thoughts of my lips
kept that close to her bare nipple.

Excellente, Sir Fool!
 
I’d like to go to bed,
wake tomorrow,
find it is all a bad dream.
Dream that it is,
bad as it is,
I am not really sure
when I started dreaming.
When the dream turned
into the shadowed figure
it has become.

Sins of the father
Sins of my father.
Bloated carcass of time
left forgotten.
Days lost in the minutes,
years lost in the hours.

Cusp of change
is changing the present,
determines my future.
It is not as if it were a loose tenon
I forgot to glue.
No, the glue aged when I wasn’t looking.
Not sure if I forgot to look
or forgot to see.

Seeing is believing,
not what I will see tomorrow.
Sorrow or not,
simple is not
as simple is.
Nor is the decision
I must make.
But I leave that for tomorrow.
Tonight, I must dream.
 
I haven't bumped this thread in awhile...



So he went to her drawer,
started pulling out scarves.
She watched as he lifted them
to his face and drown himself
in her lingering scent.

His eyes closed,
He caressed each scarf
Fondling their texture
With long, delicate strokes
That left her somewhat jealous,

somewhat breathless.
He seemed oblivious to his surroundings
or at least to the woman
as she lay where she had tumbled
onto the bed, where he had left her.

Modesty was on a table by the front door,
but she still wore all of her clothes,
although not all of the buttons
on her blouse were done,
at least not to the level of modest.

She watched fascinated
as he made a pile on her dresser,
a cascade of color, knit and sheer.
He remained rapturous
at the hint of her, the tactile sensation.

His eyes slowly opened,
and his smile became more decadent
as his glance caught her in reflection.
When he turned to look at her,
she knew why she had brought him here.

Silken knots to strain against,
exacting and thorough.
Soft cloth to silence even heartfelt moans.
Darkness brought upon her.
But she had already seen the future.
 
I think it was yesterday
when I caught her fancy.
Cupped gently between my hands,
stroked gently with my fingers,
caressing it, really.
It was so sensual,
appealing to the eye.
It exhuded a scent that left me
distracted and delighted.
But as with any wild thing,
it was not meant to be kept
or caged.
Instead, it was meant to be appreciated.
So I loosened my grip
and let her fancy have the freedom
to come and go as it pleased

Fool - tickle anything you want :rose:
 
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breathe in

not thinking
of how I want
I want to throw her
against the wall
and taste her lips
feel the air inside her
brush past my face
from the impact
following up with my body
before her heart beats
against me one more time
lifting her up
forcing her legs
around my waist
hoping someone is watching
something sinful
wanton wicked ways
to find myself inside her
not lasting very long
not this time

breathe out

smile at the pretty lady
 
breathe in

not thinking
of how I want
I want to throw her
against the wall
and taste her lips
feel the air inside her
brush past my face
from the impact
following up with my body
before her heart beats
against me one more time
lifting her up
forcing her legs
around my waist
hoping someone is watching
something sinful
wanton wicked ways
to find myself inside her
not lasting very long
not this time

breathe out

smile at the pretty lady

what did you say, something about breathing? *swoons*
 
breathe in

not thinking
of how I want
I want to throw her
against the wall
and taste her lips
feel the air inside her
brush past my face
from the impact
following up with my body
before her heart beats
against me one more time
lifting her up
forcing her legs
around my waist
hoping someone is watching
something sinful
wanton wicked ways
to find myself inside her
not lasting very long
not this time

breathe out

smile at the pretty lady

*fanning self* I think I like this one a little too much. :devil:
 
breathe in

not thinking
of how I want
I want to throw her
against the wall
and taste her lips
feel the air inside her
brush past my face
from the impact
following up with my body
before her heart beats
against me one more time
lifting her up
forcing her legs
around my waist
hoping someone is watching
something sinful
wanton wicked ways
to find myself inside her
not lasting very long
not this time

breathe out

smile at the pretty lady

Jesus.


:heart:
 
Which mask would you like me to wear
today?
I wear one even when naked.
Especially when naked.
Or when I rage
quietly.
I'd never rage out loud,
gives them knowledge they've upset
me.
Desire I might unmask.
But then again,
I have the mask marked for that
as well.
My best mask, though,
is the one I save for me.
 
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