Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

[GallantWriter]

Your words are always fantastic. And the pictures you take are always of the same caliber. Beautiful, Moochie, as always!

 

[Azuldrgon]

Time stretches long without you,
each moment weighted with wanting,
a slow burn that coils low and deep,
untamed, unrelenting.

I close my eyes and feel you—
the ghost of your touch
skimming my skin,
the heat of your body
pressing into mine,
claiming spaces only you know.

Behind walls and shadows,
where the world cannot follow,
I imagine your breath,
hot against my neck,
your hands gripping, guiding,
your voice a rough growl
that makes me unravel.

The ache sharpens,
not just for your touch,
but for the way you fill me,
entirely, endlessly,
until I am nothing but yours,
until the distance between us
is swallowed by the heat of now.

I crave the moment
when time will still,
and you’ll be there,
buried deep,
moving like you were made for me.
My body, a song only you can play,
tuned to the rhythm
of your pulse,
your words,
your hunger.

Until then, I wait,
the longing a fire
that refuses to fade,
a promise etched in my flesh
for the next time
we are alone.

I envy the subject of this one.

 

[menoone]

Time stretches long without you,
each moment weighted with wanting,
a slow burn that coils low and deep,
untamed, unrelenting.

I close my eyes and feel you—
the ghost of your touch
skimming my skin,
the heat of your body
pressing into mine,
claiming spaces only you know.

Behind walls and shadows,
where the world cannot follow,
I imagine your breath,
hot against my neck,
your hands gripping, guiding,
your voice a rough growl
that makes me unravel.

The ache sharpens,
not just for your touch,
but for the way you fill me,
entirely, endlessly,
until I am nothing but yours,
until the distance between us
is swallowed by the heat of now.

I crave the moment
when time will still,
and you’ll be there,
buried deep,
moving like you were made for me.
My body, a song only you can play,
tuned to the rhythm
of your pulse,
your words,
your hunger.

Until then, I wait,
the longing a fire
that refuses to fade,
a promise etched in my flesh
for the next time
we are alone.

Beautiful as always. Very inspiring for imagination and desires, as well as aspirational. I hope you do not have to wait long.

 

[oldnotdead47]

Time stretches long without you,
each moment weighted with wanting,
a slow burn that coils low and deep,
untamed, unrelenting.

I close my eyes and feel you—
the ghost of your touch
skimming my skin,
the heat of your body
pressing into mine,
claiming spaces only you know.

Behind walls and shadows,
where the world cannot follow,
I imagine your breath,
hot against my neck,
your hands gripping, guiding,
your voice a rough growl
that makes me unravel.

The ache sharpens,
not just for your touch,
but for the way you fill me,
entirely, endlessly,
until I am nothing but yours,
until the distance between us
is swallowed by the heat of now.

I crave the moment
when time will still,
and you’ll be there,
buried deep,
moving like you were made for me.
My body, a song only you can play,
tuned to the rhythm
of your pulse,
your words,
your hunger.

Until then, I wait,
the longing a fire
that refuses to fade,
a promise etched in my flesh
for the next time
we are alone.

Beautiful Moochie. A lucky person to be loved like that

 

[hairball18]

Time stretches long without you,
each moment weighted with wanting,
a slow burn that coils low and deep,
untamed, unrelenting.

I close my eyes and feel you—
the ghost of your touch
skimming my skin,
the heat of your body
pressing into mine,
claiming spaces only you know.

Behind walls and shadows,
where the world cannot follow,
I imagine your breath,
hot against my neck,
your hands gripping, guiding,
your voice a rough growl
that makes me unravel.

The ache sharpens,
not just for your touch,
but for the way you fill me,
entirely, endlessly,
until I am nothing but yours,
until the distance between us
is swallowed by the heat of now.

I crave the moment
when time will still,
and you’ll be there,
buried deep,
moving like you were made for me.
My body, a song only you can play,
tuned to the rhythm
of your pulse,
your words,
your hunger.

Until then, I wait,
the longing a fire
that refuses to fade,
a promise etched in my flesh
for the next time
we are alone.

You are always a breath of fresh air.❤

 

[OldScotsman]

Time stretches long without you,
each moment weighted with wanting,
a slow burn that coils low and deep,
untamed, unrelenting.

I close my eyes and feel you—
the ghost of your touch
skimming my skin,
the heat of your body
pressing into mine,
claiming spaces only you know.

Behind walls and shadows,
where the world cannot follow,
I imagine your breath,
hot against my neck,
your hands gripping, guiding,
your voice a rough growl
that makes me unravel.

The ache sharpens,
not just for your touch,
but for the way you fill me,
entirely, endlessly,
until I am nothing but yours,
until the distance between us
is swallowed by the heat of now.

I crave the moment
when time will still,
and you’ll be there,
buried deep,
moving like you were made for me.
My body, a song only you can play,
tuned to the rhythm
of your pulse,
your words,
your hunger.

Until then, I wait,
the longing a fire
that refuses to fade,
a promise etched in my flesh
for the next time
we are alone.

How I missed your beautiful words and of course the delicious images to accompany them, lovely to see you are still here

 

[Moochienanu]

The new year

The clock ticks closer,
each second heavy with promise,
the weight of what is to come.

I stand at the edge of this year,
bare, breathless,
ready to be taken by the next.
The air hums with anticipation,
the kind that pools low and deep,
pulling me toward something unnamed,
but undeniable.

Your hand finds mine,
fingers pressing,
possessive and sure.
There’s fire in your eyes,
a hunger that mirrors my own.
This is how we begin—
not with words,
but with the slow slide of your touch
against my skin.

The countdown dwindles,
and my pulse quickens,
each beat aching for you,
for the heat of your body
against mine.

When the clock strikes,
it won’t be noise or champagne
that I feel.
It will be you,
your weight,
your hands,
the way you claim me
as if this moment
is all there ever was,
all there will ever be.

The old year slips away,
and I let it,
opening myself to you,
to this.
To everything waiting
on the other side of midnight.

 

[menoone]

The new year

The clock ticks closer,
each second heavy with promise,
the weight of what is to come.

I stand at the edge of this year,
bare, breathless,
ready to be taken by the next.
The air hums with anticipation,
the kind that pools low and deep,
pulling me toward something unnamed,
but undeniable.

Your hand finds mine,
fingers pressing,
possessive and sure.
There’s fire in your eyes,
a hunger that mirrors my own.
This is how we begin—
not with words,
but with the slow slide of your touch
against my skin.

The countdown dwindles,
and my pulse quickens,
each beat aching for you,
for the heat of your body
against mine.

When the clock strikes,
it won’t be noise or champagne
that I feel.
It will be you,
your weight,
your hands,
the way you claim me
as if this moment
is all there ever was,
all there will ever be.

The old year slips away,
and I let it,
opening myself to you,
to this.
To everything waiting
on the other side of midnight.

Here is hoping that the next year is even better. Less stress and more time for you and the things you love.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

The new year

The clock ticks closer,
each second heavy with promise,
the weight of what is to come.

I stand at the edge of this year,
bare, breathless,
ready to be taken by the next.
The air hums with anticipation,
the kind that pools low and deep,
pulling me toward something unnamed,
but undeniable.

Your hand finds mine,
fingers pressing,
possessive and sure.
There’s fire in your eyes,
a hunger that mirrors my own.
This is how we begin—
not with words,
but with the slow slide of your touch
against my skin.

The countdown dwindles,
and my pulse quickens,
each beat aching for you,
for the heat of your body
against mine.

When the clock strikes,
it won’t be noise or champagne
that I feel.
It will be you,
your weight,
your hands,
the way you claim me
as if this moment
is all there ever was,
all there will ever be.

The old year slips away,
and I let it,
opening myself to you,
to this.
To everything waiting
on the other side of midnight.

One of your best, my friend.

 

[Moochienanu]

Here is hoping that the next year is even better. Less stress and more time for you and the things you love.

Thank you my sweet friend.

One of your best, my friend.

This means so much to me. Thank you. So much.

 

[obladi]

The new year

The clock ticks closer,
each second heavy with promise,
the weight of what is to come.

I stand at the edge of this year,
bare, breathless,
ready to be taken by the next.
The air hums with anticipation,
the kind that pools low and deep,
pulling me toward something unnamed,
but undeniable.

Your hand finds mine,
fingers pressing,
possessive and sure.
There’s fire in your eyes,
a hunger that mirrors my own.
This is how we begin—
not with words,
but with the slow slide of your touch
against my skin.

The countdown dwindles,
and my pulse quickens,
each beat aching for you,
for the heat of your body
against mine.

When the clock strikes,
it won’t be noise or champagne
that I feel.
It will be you,
your weight,
your hands,
the way you claim me
as if this moment
is all there ever was,
all there will ever be.

The old year slips away,
and I let it,
opening myself to you,
to this.
To everything waiting
on the other side of midnight.

Wonderful wording of your desires. I hope they are fulfilled for you in this New Year.

 

[GallantWriter]

The new year

The clock ticks closer,
each second heavy with promise,
the weight of what is to come.

I stand at the edge of this year,
bare, breathless,
ready to be taken by the next.
The air hums with anticipation,
the kind that pools low and deep,
pulling me toward something unnamed,
but undeniable.

Your hand finds mine,
fingers pressing,
possessive and sure.
There’s fire in your eyes,
a hunger that mirrors my own.
This is how we begin—
not with words,
but with the slow slide of your touch
against my skin.

The countdown dwindles,
and my pulse quickens,
each beat aching for you,
for the heat of your body
against mine.

When the clock strikes,
it won’t be noise or champagne
that I feel.
It will be you,
your weight,
your hands,
the way you claim me
as if this moment
is all there ever was,
all there will ever be.

The old year slips away,
and I let it,
opening myself to you,
to this.
To everything waiting
on the other side of midnight.

Here's hoping you have an amazing and prosperous new year Moochie! Amazing words flow from you as always! That promise of desire also fills my being too, as I move into 2025.

 

[samslam479]

The new year

The clock ticks closer,
each second heavy with promise,
the weight of what is to come.

I stand at the edge of this year,
bare, breathless,
ready to be taken by the next.
The air hums with anticipation,
the kind that pools low and deep,
pulling me toward something unnamed,
but undeniable.

Your hand finds mine,
fingers pressing,
possessive and sure.
There’s fire in your eyes,
a hunger that mirrors my own.
This is how we begin—
not with words,
but with the slow slide of your touch
against my skin.

The countdown dwindles,
and my pulse quickens,
each beat aching for you,
for the heat of your body
against mine.

When the clock strikes,
it won’t be noise or champagne
that I feel.
It will be you,
your weight,
your hands,
the way you claim me
as if this moment
is all there ever was,
all there will ever be.

The old year slips away,
and I let it,
opening myself to you,
to this.
To everything waiting
on the other side of midnight.

Beautiful

 

[Moochienanu]

Wonderful wording of your desires. I hope they are fulfilled for you in this New Year.

Thank you, Obladi. I have my fingers crossed.

Here's hoping you have an amazing and prosperous new year Moochie! Amazing words flow from you as always! That promise of desire also fills my being too, as I move into 2025.

You’re so kind, GW. I’m looking forward to what the new year holds.

Beautiful

Thanks Sam!

 

[oldnotdead47]

The new year

The clock ticks closer,
each second heavy with promise,
the weight of what is to come.

I stand at the edge of this year,
bare, breathless,
ready to be taken by the next.
The air hums with anticipation,
the kind that pools low and deep,
pulling me toward something unnamed,
but undeniable.

Your hand finds mine,
fingers pressing,
possessive and sure.
There’s fire in your eyes,
a hunger that mirrors my own.
This is how we begin—
not with words,
but with the slow slide of your touch
against my skin.

The countdown dwindles,
and my pulse quickens,
each beat aching for you,
for the heat of your body
against mine.

When the clock strikes,
it won’t be noise or champagne
that I feel.
It will be you,
your weight,
your hands,
the way you claim me
as if this moment
is all there ever was,
all there will ever be.

The old year slips away,
and I let it,
opening myself to you,
to this.
To everything waiting
on the other side of midnight.

Happy New Year Moochie and I hope all that you wish for happens in 2025. Your words, as they always do, move me. Thanks for sharing with us.

 

[Moochienanu]

Ache

the room hums with your absence...
air thick as honey,
too sweet, too slow to pull into my lungs.

every nerve in me...
strung taut,
a violin begging for your bow.

time collapses... stretches... folds in on itself,
every second without you
an eternity my skin cannot bear.

the memory of you
paints itself into my palms,
my lips...
my teeth.

your voice, your scent, your everything...
an echo in the hollow of me
aching to be filled.

when you step through the door,
I will shatter...
then come together again,
whole in your arms,
every piece of me singing.

 

[Polranny]

The new year

The clock ticks closer,
each second heavy with promise,
the weight of what is to come.

I stand at the edge of this year,
bare, breathless,
ready to be taken by the next.
The air hums with anticipation,
the kind that pools low and deep,
pulling me toward something unnamed,
but undeniable.

Your hand finds mine,
fingers pressing,
possessive and sure.
There’s fire in your eyes,
a hunger that mirrors my own.
This is how we begin—
not with words,
but with the slow slide of your touch
against my skin.

The countdown dwindles,
and my pulse quickens,
each beat aching for you,
for the heat of your body
against mine.

When the clock strikes,
it won’t be noise or champagne
that I feel.
It will be you,
your weight,
your hands,
the way you claim me
as if this moment
is all there ever was,
all there will ever be.

The old year slips away,
and I let it,
opening myself to you,
to this.
To everything waiting
on the other side of midnight.

Beautiful words

 

[GallantWriter]

Ache

the room hums with your absence...
air thick as honey,
too sweet, too slow to pull into my lungs.

every nerve in me...
strung taut,
a violin begging for your bow.

time collapses... stretches... folds in on itself,
every second without you
an eternity my skin cannot bear.

the memory of you
paints itself into my palms,
my lips...
my teeth.

your voice, your scent, your everything...
an echo in the hollow of me
aching to be filled.

when you step through the door,
I will shatter...
then come together again,
whole in your arms,
every piece of me singing.

Once again your words are as beautiful as you. I always enjoy reading what you come up with Moochie. Brilliant and oh so sexy, plus definitely worth knowing.

 

[menoone]

Ache

the room hums with your absence...
air thick as honey,
too sweet, too slow to pull into my lungs.

every nerve in me...
strung taut,
a violin begging for your bow.

time collapses... stretches... folds in on itself,
every second without you
an eternity my skin cannot bear.

the memory of you
paints itself into my palms,
my lips...
my teeth.

your voice, your scent, your everything...
an echo in the hollow of me
aching to be filled.

when you step through the door,
I will shatter...
then come together again,
whole in your arms,
every piece of me singing.

Your voice is lovely and the words you wrote here speak of such an aching need... I hope you find release and satisfication.

 

[oldnotdead47]

Ache

the room hums with your absence...
air thick as honey,
too sweet, too slow to pull into my lungs.

every nerve in me...
strung taut,
a violin begging for your bow.

time collapses... stretches... folds in on itself,
every second without you
an eternity my skin cannot bear.

the memory of you
paints itself into my palms,
my lips...
my teeth.

your voice, your scent, your everything...
an echo in the hollow of me
aching to be filled.

when you step through the door,
I will shatter...
then come together again,
whole in your arms,
every piece of me singing.

Incredible Moochie. I once loved and was loved like this. I feel the ache every day

 

[SherlockianMan]

Ache

the room hums with your absence...
air thick as honey,
too sweet, too slow to pull into my lungs.

every nerve in me...
strung taut,
a violin begging for your bow.

time collapses... stretches... folds in on itself,
every second without you
an eternity my skin cannot bear.

the memory of you
paints itself into my palms,
my lips...
my teeth.

your voice, your scent, your everything...
an echo in the hollow of me
aching to be filled.

when you step through the door,
I will shatter...
then come together again,
whole in your arms,
every piece of me singing.

I do so love the contrast of the blue water and your gorgeously pink nipples. A wonderful display of colors.

 

[MatMacL616]

Like your bow-begging strings, this poem is so achingly taut Moochie, it’s fantastic. So very lean and so palpable and visceral and I think one of your finest closing stanzas. It made me ache with your ache

 

[hairball18]

Ache

the room hums with your absence...
air thick as honey,
too sweet, too slow to pull into my lungs.

every nerve in me...
strung taut,
a violin begging for your bow.

time collapses... stretches... folds in on itself,
every second without you
an eternity my skin cannot bear.

the memory of you
paints itself into my palms,
my lips...
my teeth.

your voice, your scent, your everything...
an echo in the hollow of me
aching to be filled.

when you step through the door,
I will shatter...
then come together again,
whole in your arms,
every piece of me singing.

Always good to see you.❤

 

[Moochienanu]

Close to Me The Cure

I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed
Asleep today
I never thought this day would end
I never thought tonight could ever be
This close to me

Just try to see in the dark
Just try to make it work
To feel the fear
Before you're here
I make the shapes come much too close
I pull my eyes out
Hold my breath and wait
Until I sha-ha-ha-hake

But if I had your faith
Then I could make it safe and clean
Oh if only I was sure
That my head on the door was a dre-ea-eam

I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed
Asleep today
I never thought this day would end
I never thought tonight could ever be
This close to me

But if I had your face
Then I could make it safe and clean
Oh if only I was sure
That my head on the door was a dre-ea-eam

 

[SmokingFap]

Close to Me The Cure

I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed
Asleep today
I never thought this day would end
I never thought tonight could ever be
This close to me

Just try to see in the dark
Just try to make it work
To feel the fear
Before you're here
I make the shapes come much too close
I pull my eyes out
Hold my breath and wait
Until I sha-ha-ha-hake

But if I had your faith
Then I could make it safe and clean
Oh if only I was sure
That my head on the door was a dre-ea-eam

I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed
Asleep today
I never thought this day would end
I never thought tonight could ever be
This close to me

But if I had your face
Then I could make it safe and clean
Oh if only I was sure
That my head on the door was a dre-ea-eam

That certainly was a cure for something!

Sorry, that was lame. I'll let the door hit me on the way out.