Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

[Moochienanu]

Epiphany feeling like
Hopes shared
Between wishes,
Dreams of two perfect nights
And countless mornings -
Of skirts lifted
And stolen kisses
Given freely,
A million words written
Read and reread
In messages
No longer sent
So easily -
The worry,
Fear of being
That numb again
Shadowing any other senses
Making speaking
Or even explaining
Impossible -
There hasn’t been a word here
In months,
But it’s not supposed to matter
The things that do
Just seem to shatter,
And
It’s unfair that there isn’t a clue -
Why can’t the world stop
When hearts do?

 

[TANSTAAFL58]

Epiphany feeling like
Hopes shared
Between wishes,
Dreams of two perfect nights
And countless mornings -
Of skirts lifted
And stolen kisses
Given freely,
A million words written
Read and reread
In messages
No longer sent
So easily -
The worry,
Fear of being
That numb again
Shadowing any other senses
Making speaking
Or even explaining
Impossible -
There hasn’t been a word here
In months,
But it’s not supposed to matter
The things that do
Just seem to shatter,
And
It’s unfair that there isn’t a clue -
Why can’t the world stop
When hearts do?

Wow. that's pretty raw. (And beautiful in its honesty)

 

[Shyguy1369]

I know I am blocked, but I still at least wanted to say Congratulations.

 

[Moochienanu]

Wow. that's pretty raw. (And beautiful in its honesty)

I’ve been feeling exposed lately. It is interesting what comes across in my words.

 

[Moochienanu]

Wiped-out
Weary
Walking barefoot
A mind of castles
Glassware in pieces
The floor of forest
A welcoming bed
Rest your tired head
Let the dancers splash
Through the puddles
As your mind finds respite
In the shelter
Of an oak
Branches becoming
New castles
Emptied
Only when you leave.
I am rolls and lumps
I am soft and supple
I am curvy and sexy
I am real and unabashed
I am not hiding what makes me me anymore

 

[tnman03]

Wiped-out
Weary
Walking barefoot
A mind of castles
Glassware in pieces
The floor of forest
A welcoming bed
Rest your tired head
Let the dancers splash
Through the puddles
As your mind finds respite
In the shelter
Of an oak
Branches becoming
New castles
Emptied
Only when you leave.



I am rolls and lumps
I am soft and supple
I am curvy and sexy
I am real and unabashed
I am not hiding what makes me me anymore

 

[TANSTAAFL58]

Wiped-out
Weary
Walking barefoot
A mind of castles
Glassware in pieces
The floor of forest
A welcoming bed
Rest your tired head
Let the dancers splash
Through the puddles
As your mind finds respite
In the shelter
Of an oak
Branches becoming
New castles
Emptied
Only when you leave.

I am rolls and lumps
I am soft and supple
I am curvy and sexy
I am real and unabashed
I am not hiding what makes me me anymore

Powerful. And happy without being sappy. Great pic: its like you are unfolding.

 

[Todger65]

Wiped-out
Weary
Walking barefoot
A mind of castles
Glassware in pieces
The floor of forest
A welcoming bed
Rest your tired head
Let the dancers splash
Through the puddles
As your mind finds respite
In the shelter
Of an oak
Branches becoming
New castles
Emptied
Only when you leave.

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2115629&stc=1&d=1616941398

I am rolls and lumps
I am soft and supple
I am curvy and sexy
I am real and unabashed
I am not hiding what makes me me anymore

Interesting selection of words in the first part.

As for the second part, it is you and you have chosen the words to match.

To me, you look as good now as you did when I first noticed you here.

 

[Moochienanu]

Wrap my Head Around

It is being blinded
In the darkness of a dream
Seeing as a bat does,
The sound of your words
Guiding me
Fingers moving over,
Between,
Inside,
Memories deeply rooted
Intertwined with the sounds
Of what you tell me
The way you feel
The way I know you feel
In this other, spinning world:
A semi-sonic trance
Enveloping me,
Wrapping me up,
Behind closed eyes.

 

[Joxlrg]

Wow..
Both words and picture display your talents !!

 

[Moochienanu]

Wow..
Both words and picture display your talents !!

I had a little giggle about “talents.”

 

[Polranny]

Wrap my Head Around

It is being blinded
In the darkness of a dream
Seeing as a bat does,
The sound of your words
Guiding me
Fingers moving over,
Between,
Inside,
Memories deeply rooted
Intertwined with the sounds
Of what you tell me
The way you feel
The way I know you feel
In this other, spinning world:
A semi-sonic trance
Enveloping me,
Wrapping me up,
Behind closed eyes.

Exquisite.... as usual x

 

[Moochienanu]

Another wonderful set of compositions. Your writing makes me wonder about your muse.

What about my muse are you curious to know?
I sometimes think I have done a fairly decent job
Over the years
Of laying out the small details
To create a picture,
Like a beautiful dotted mandala painting,
But I am sure it is one that has holes -
Some with obvious reasons.

 

[Moochienanu]

Exquisite.... as usual x

......

 

[Moochienanu]

I'm sure the stiples are there to be seen, I guess I haven't been around long enough to see them all yet; I started too close to the image, I need to continue to step backwards.

It seems there is a lot of sorrow and melancholy in your words, at least, that's what I get out of them

I’ve never been the simplest to decipher
It takes time to crack my shell,
And some who have
Didn’t care for the taste of the meat.
I tend to draw upon reality
Where my mind is
How I feel as I write.
Some of my pieces are uplifting,
Others hold a somber tone,
And others, like this last,
Are an exhibit of multiple emotions
Held firm like the hands of lovers.

 

[Moochienanu]

I'm jealous of how quickly poetry forms for you. The enlightened part of me wants to draw out more of the reason for such contrasting emotions. Then, there's the carnal part that thinks, "Undoubtedly, I'd like the taste of her meat." We males are so predictable.

I will have to ask my muse
If I’m so poetic in person.
I don’t feel I am
And sometimes, believe it or not, I get terrible writers block.
I sit and stare at something
Knowing I want to share it,
The emotion,
The feelings,
The activity,
The art...
But I get stuck
On how to start
So I sit
And stare instead.

As far as my emotions,
My contrasts...
Am I not a human?
Am I not allowed to be more one thing?
Am I not allowed to be both missing a piece of me and constantly reminded of how wonderful that piece is?
Am I not allowed to be the walking contradiction of a feminist and a fucktoy?

These are questions I answer for myself.
Sometimes I share them with more than just my muse
If I am feeling brave enough.

 

[tnman03]

I will have to ask my muse
If I’m so poetic in person.
I don’t feel I am
And sometimes, believe it or not, I get terrible writers block.
I sit and stare at something
Knowing I want to share it,
The emotion,
The feelings,
The activity,
The art...
But I get stuck
On how to start
So I sit
And stare instead.

As far as my emotions,
My contrasts...
Am I not a human?
Am I not allowed to be more one thing?
Am I not allowed to be both missing a piece of me and constantly reminded of how wonderful that piece is?
Am I not allowed to be the walking contradiction of a feminist and a fucktoy?

These are questions I answer for myself.
Sometimes I share them with more than just my muse
If I am feeling brave enough.

 

[clearcreek]

wordsmith

While I can build almost anything out of physical materials, I find myself in amazed in your ability to make things out of words. Great talent in you.

 

[Todger65]

Wrap my Head Around

It is being blinded
In the darkness of a dream
Seeing as a bat does,
The sound of your words
Guiding me
Fingers moving over,
Between,
Inside,
Memories deeply rooted
Intertwined with the sounds
Of what you tell me
The way you feel
The way I know you feel
In this other, spinning world:
A semi-sonic trance
Enveloping me,
Wrapping me up,
Behind closed eyes.

Superb. As a self tie, that must have been difficult to get to lie smoothly as your vision must have been limited, even if using a mirror. It shows your dedication to the craft.

 

[Moochienanu]

You’re close
I almost feel you
Close my eyes
Your lips on my neck
Then your hands
Holding my hips
Moving to low back
Pulling me close
Melting against you
Time slowing
Pulse racing
Both of us knowing
What happens next.

 

[Joxlrg]

Having a drink with you would be both fun and scary as hell at the same time !!

 

[Moochienanu]

Having a drink with you would be both fun and scary as hell at the same time !!

Why do you say that?

 

[Todger65]

You’re close
I almost feel you
Close my eyes
Your lips on my neck
Then your hands
Holding my hips
Moving to low back
Pulling me close
Melting against you
Time slowing
Pulse racing
Both of us knowing
What happens next.

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2115801&stc=1&d=1617190094

Most people have a one track mind when horny, putting words together isn’t it.

 

[Moochienanu]

Great reason to need to edit

Otherwise my entire poem would have been indecipherable? Agreed.

Most people have a one track mind when horny, putting words together isn’t it.

My mind is like grand central station, my tracks intersect and peel away from each other so quickly it’s difficult to know how someone with only one route will react.

 

[Moochienanu]

The B&W juxtaposed with your hair in color is a great look for this little quick poem. It all feels cautious, but that desire burns red. Nicely done. As usual.

I don’t know about cautious... I could read that in the way my hand looks in the picture, but I was trying to hit that second note of a desire. Thank you.