Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

I seem to have missed a lot of posts. Made for a good afternoon of catching up. The poem you wrote before the trip was... quite stimulating. And I am glad to see some fun pictures from your trip.
 
This time of year, it's my everyday.

Ooo, I’m so jelly! Wishing it was my everyday too. 😻

Great to see you back, Moochie. Hope vacation was all you wanted it to be.

Thanks, gop. Heard there might be some issues nudity in this place built for it? Vacation was good, but I was quickly back to work and life with nary a nipple or bumcheek. Will do my best to find some free time soon for writing.
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A good song and an even gooder gif. Makes me curious where the other hand is though.

Really loving the new album. His voice… fuuuuuuck. 🌷
 
Ooo, I’m so jelly! Wishing it was my everyday too. 😻



Thanks, gop. Heard there might be some issues nudity in this place built for it? Vacation was good, but I was quickly back to work and life with nary a nipple or bumcheek. Will do my best to find some free time soon for writing.

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Really loving the new album. His voice… fuuuuuuck. 🌷
To get where I am lots of luck, age, and patience. Don't mind Rosie skimming along. Also 4th day of rain sooo.
Ooo, I’m so jelly! Wishing it was my everyday too. 😻



Thanks, gop. Heard there might be some issues nudity in this place built for it? Vacation was good, but I was quickly back to work and life with nary a nipple or bumcheek. Will do my best to find some free time soon for writing.

🌷



Really loving the new album. His voice… fuuuuuuck. 🌷
To get where I am lots of luck, age, and patience. Don't mind Rosie skimming along. Also 4th day of rain sooo.
 
Closer

I think of your skin
when the world goes quiet—
the way it gives beneath my fingers,
warm,
real,
mine.

I reach for you in the dark,
knowing you're not there,
but still—
I reach.

I want your back beneath my hands,
your chest under my mouth,
your breath close enough
to steal.

I remember how your body answers—
the way it tenses,
the way it melts,
the way it begs without words.

I want to trace every line of you
slowly,
then again,
then again.

My body remembers you—
in the ache between my legs,
in the way I press into nothing,
hoping it will become you.

I don’t just miss you—
I need you,
need the weight of you,
the press of you,
the heat of you
so close
it blurs the edges
of where I end.

Come back.

Let me touch you
like I never stopped.
Let me lose myself
where you begin.

I need your teeth right here.
 
I’ve missed your words whilst off Lit the way you describe missing here: a need stitched of a weight, a pressing, a heat.
 
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