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I didn’t have a clever title, but I’ve always had a space that was mine, where it was all about fun and randomness.

I write and sing, so most of it is dedicated to me being able to post that stuff, but it’s also for you to do the same…and hang out if you wish.

Stop in and say hey sometime.
 
Moanday, Titsday,
Wetsday, Thirstday,
Freakday, Sadistday,
Stunnedday…

These are the days of the weak.
Where satisfied lovers
Spend the week lost deeply
In one another.
 
Curious question: do you dream? If so, how often do you remember what you dreamed about?
 
Can I say good morning
With my fingers? Light touches
Leading to some tingling?
Firm grips and grabs leaving you
Singing?
Morning vibes with sunshine in its meaning?

Can I say good morning with my lips?
minus the wordplay and the clever quips?
Instead with kisses sending your dreams on mind trips?
While my thirsty tongue takes its wicked sips?

Can I say good morning with a few lines,
That tickle spaces in the middle of your cute mind
And reinforce the sentiment that girl, you mine!
Taking my time to tattoo you skin with a renewed sign?

If so, then I’d tell you good morning completely..
From the top of your soul to between your thighs where you’re leaking
There’s nothing sneaky, my ambition is your inhibition
And my completely means we’ll be completely freaky.

So…good morning.
 
Maybe I’d like to know you.
Is that alright?
From hitch in your breath
To the tremble in your thigh
To that cute way you get flustered
And all you can do is just sigh…
Maybe I’d like to know you.
Is that alright?
 
I’ll simply say goodnight
With a kiss to the cheek
And arms cuddled around you
As I spoon you to sleep.
Just…don’t mind the poking
That insists on your middle
And I’ll try to forget your booty
And its incessant little wiggle.

Maybe instead of sleep
We should take a different route?
You take off your panties,
And I’ll just whim “it” out?
And we can sing the lullaby
Filled with profanity and sounds
Until a post-orgasmic sleep
Finally abounds.

Goodnight.
 
Maybe I’d like to know you.
Is that alright?
From hitch in your breath
To the tremble in your thigh
To that cute way you get flustered
And all you can do is just sigh…
Maybe I’d like to know you.
Is that alright?
I have to say this is my favorite 😍 (not that it counts for anything) but this one…😍🔥
 
It’s a simple sentiment, but powerful (imho).

Thank you for visiting! And your opinion does count!
That’s what I love about it! Simple yet so effective and it’s got this quiet, but confident sexy vibe to it.

I’m not using my vocabulary effectively 😅 but this kind of writing definitely appeals to me 🖤 *chefs kiss*
 
Good morning.
I slept only minutes last night,
Because my mind was rife
With ripe visions of you placed
Tight
Against my agonizing body
And your lips sat heated against
Still heating skin.
But when I awakened,
Only the alarm clock was there to give me a not-so
Playful slap.
So I guess I’ll have to wait until
Tonight, to see
Where Dreams take us.
 
Curious question: do you dream? If so, how often do you remember what you dreamed about?
Exclusively bad dreams. Not always full blown nightmares, but always at least stressful.
I have a reoccurring one where all my teeth start coming loose and then pop out in my mouth. This, according to google, is a very common one but panic inducing nonetheless.
 
Exclusively bad dreams. Not always full blown nightmares, but always at least stressful.
I have a reoccurring one where all my teeth start coming loose and then pop out in my mouth. This, according to google, is a very common one but panic inducing nonetheless.

Holy smokes! That IS frightening!
 
Exclusively bad dreams. Not always full blown nightmares, but always at least stressful.
I have a reoccurring one where all my teeth start coming loose and then pop out in my mouth. This, according to google, is a very common one but panic inducing nonetheless.
As I’ve gotten older, my dreams are becoming more visceral, eliciting physical reactions. It’s weird. But I HAVE kept all of my teeth.
 
As I’ve gotten older, my dreams are becoming more visceral, eliciting physical reactions. It’s weird. But I HAVE kept all of my teeth.
I truly don’t wish it on anyone.

What are yours like? Any reoccurring themes or emotions?
 
Nothing recurring that I can remember. I just know that I can feel my fists clenching or jerks of my body, or other movements like that.
 
Dinner is served
With knots to make a Eagle Scout drool
And supple flesh
Spread eagled across an oak table.
Delectable scent wafts into a waiting nose
And an eager tongue, held in chains by patient eyes
Tastes the air to sample the waiting dish
Looking delicious and perfectly prepared.
Goose bumped skin teased
And touched and
Tamed, finally ready to eat,
And so
I slide my chair close
Wrap the napkin around my neck
And feast.

Bon apetit
 
This is such a fun song to sing. I remember performing it in a cathedral in Vienna. Gold pipes lined the walls and the acoustics were freaking incredible. This was the first song that I ever had a vocal crack on during an actual performance, and because of the acoustics, that mistake just kept bouncing back and forth. I almost froze, but remembered that it wasn’t how you started that would be memorable, but how you ended. So I kept singing and at the end of the song, the note that Pavarotti hits…I hit that sucked and held it until I almost choked.

Boom. Standing ovation.


https://youtu.be/SrQV5x1sczs?si=xU3CSTJut76MhdtB
 
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