Lost in my Mind

[menoone]

It has been awhile since I have done writing like this but I figured I would give it a crack again with encouragement from a friend. Some pieces will be things I have worked on a bit to refine, while others, like this one, will be single draft efforts. Some will be sensual, some will be more abstract, and... well, I guess there will likely be a variety. I am not sure how frequently I will post, but mostly just trying this out.

Nightmares

Sleep is a gamble
What will this night bring?
Inherited responsibilities?
Her?
Inescapable fate?

It has been interesting
To see what changes and what
Stays the same

Like nightmares
If the aliens in the neighbor's attic
Returned now
For the fifth time
30 years later
I doubt they would hold the same terror

And it is not because
I know
That house
Though I do know it well now
It is not always my neighbor's house
Or even a house
But I know that building and its secret passages
Like the back of my hand.

No, it is because
Terror has left dreams
All that is left now
For nightmares
Is resigned
Acceptance

Things not lethal
But fatal.
I cannot avoid them.
All I can do is
wait.

 

[menoone]

My Favorite Instrument

It has been so long
Since I played my favorite instrument
Years have passed but memories linger
Moments of crisp clarity.

The feel of my fingers lightly stroking her lovely neck
Feeling the trembles of anticipation
As my other hand
Slides down
Pausing for soft curves
Slides down
Savoring the soft warmth
Slides down
Idly exploring
Slides down
Until
Fingers curl between thighs

As fingers part her lips
Her lips part
In readiness.

Readiness to make music.

Middle finger pushes in between but not in
Teasing and warming her up.
Soon though, the finger
Slick with her
Slid into her.
Her moan is music.
Her body can make
Such beautiful melodies.

A well placed
And well timed pinch
Turns a luscious moan
Into a rich whine
That pours so freely
From her lips.

Like any fine instrument
It takes practice and time
To fully understand her
To learn the range which she possesses.
To learn how to make her lips sing.
To learn how to make her body sing.

The sound of flesh on flesh impacting
The sound of arousal churning
The sound of burning breaths.

Memories swirl around.
Aural pleasures remembered
From my favorite instrument.

 

[menoone]

Warm Inside

Inclement inclined
I like
The cold
The wind
The rain

I like being
Out in it
The brisk chill
The biting cold
Enliven me.

I like being
In out of it
Wind buffeting
Rain pattering
Sounds comfort me

Cold enriches warmth
Discomfort enriches comfort

There is nothing better
Than leaving the cold to
Enter a warm place
Enter a warm embrace
Enter a warm bed

There is nothing better
Than when she
Opens up
Says, "It is warm inside"
Welcomes me in
To relish the warmth
The comfort
Until we both rest
Sated.

 

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Five

Five senses to indulge
Five that need sating
Five fingers to enumerate them
Together

The thumb
acts alone
for taste
Gently pressing between her soft lips
Exploring her mouth
Teasing her tongue

The thumb
and index
in tandem work to excite
sight
Clothes stripped away
Sensually
Slowly
Revealing treasures

The thumb
and index
and middle
churn up arousal
until aromatic
filling her nostrils with desire

The thumb
and index
and middle
and ring
hold the candle
(pinky out like a gentleman)
for its faint crackling
and the sounds
she makes when touched
by heat

Finally
All five together
Touch
So much
In so many ways
A handprint
left from a spank
A groping of a breast
The immense intensity
of being filled
and stretched
by such an intimate
exploration
deep
between her thighs.

 

[menoone]

Hotels

A sterile nice room
Anonymous
Begging for a mess
A recreation
A space
for no one
and every one
So why not don the mask
Indulge in play
Have some fun
Before leaving
And returning
To the everyday