Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

First off, thank you for the compliment. I like to show I’m not always dirty ;)

As far as the writing, it is very specific and has more explanation involved if you’re not my muse (the intended audience). I post for me, so it’s alright not to always understand what I’m saying... sometimes, I like to tell people to try and feel the message instead of working out the specifics of my words.

But that’s the fun of literature, no?

It takes on a life of its own once it’s published. In ambiguity lie subjective meanings. Then, the reader can use a poem as a way to think differently or to be reminded of things in his own experience, not so much literally, but triggered by your words.

Which, I think, makes the poem more powerful, not less. :heart:
 
waking wishes
lonely sheets filled
warmed bare skin
nothing but time
worry wandering away
bodies intertwined
no end or beginning
just this safety
as long as possible

I am this small bird
burying it’s beak
into nooks of you
finding comfort
never wanting to leave
 
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It’s my Friday night
On Wednesday morning
Which is something not many people say

Hot day felt in the clink of ice fractures in a glass
And I wish it was something else,
But at least this taste takes me back

To being breathless after bending
My body yours, used
The way it feels like
When everything else
Flies away
With an exhale
Through the wafer thin walls
Inspiration, nothing but you
Feeling, nothing but you
How I split myself upon you
Every equal part
One together
Tighter -
The beginning
Of our next soon

I need that last hour
To feel my knees unbuckle
To gather my head from the clouds
To work through a game plan for walking
To slow my spinning mind
Before I get behind the wheel
And drive away from you

I sip some more of this and wish
That it was something else
While I find myself thinking of a holiday,
And more of you.

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Very moving prose! Elegant and sexy picture! :rose::rose:
 
waking wishes
lonely sheets filled
warmed bare skin
nothing but time
worry wandering away
bodies intertwined
no end or beginning
just this safety
as long as possible

I am this small bird
burying it’s beak
into nooks of you
finding comfort
never wanting to leave

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Very sexy picture, Moochie! Your words give a sense of his importance, almost unavoidably so. Lucky man! :rose::rose:
 
I want to step outside this current line of thought for a moment and have a discussion please.

What makes you think I’m always talking about a male?
 
I want to step outside this current line of thought for a moment and have a discussion please.

What makes you think I’m always talking about a male?

An excellent question.

Bias, I guess. Or maybe I’m just projecting.
 
An excellent question.

Bias, I guess. Or maybe I’m just projecting.

Thank you for your answer. I thought I would ask because I don’t want to exclude anyone or have anyone feel unwelcome due to their sexuality here. I don’t often touch on my personal preferences because I have been so fulfilled the last few years with my partners and haven’t actively looked for someone else romantically.

Projecting I understand best. I often write with a “me and you” approach so that my readers can put themselves into the “you.” I seem to get mainly male readers, so this likely adds to the illusion that I’m heterosexual.


*laughing softly* For me, it is clearly male bias

It’s okay to want it to be you I’m talking about. ;)
 
Thank you for your answer. I thought I would ask because I don’t want to exclude anyone or have anyone feel unwelcome due to their sexuality here. I don’t often touch on my personal preferences because I have been so fulfilled the last few years with my partners and haven’t actively looked for someone else romantically.

Projecting I understand best. I often write with a “me and you” approach so that my readers can put themselves into the “you.” I seem to get mainly male readers, so this likely adds to the illusion that I’m heterosexual.

:rose:
 
I want to step outside this current line of thought for a moment and have a discussion please.

What makes you think I’m always talking about a male?

Can only speak for myself, but I suppose when I am reading your words, thoughts and/or verse, I'd imagine that you were saying them about me many times. now is this true all the time? No. Put I think at some level that it's a desire to hope it is me and since I am male, that's why I think that. Though there have been instances in the past where I felt you were more referring to either yourself or a woman. Again, this is only my own personal experience.
 
I want to step outside this current line of thought for a moment and have a discussion please.

What makes you think I’m always talking about a male?

I always enjoy exploring your writings for all the possible interpretations.

Sometimes I like to imagine that you are writing about you and me. Other times, I'm observing you and a male lover, and other times you and a female lover. Some pieces could even be about self-pleasure.

Exploring all the possibilities increases the avenues of enjoyment. :kiss::rose::kiss:
 
Shit.

I’m not sure about whom you are writing.

I’m just here for the boobs.

Oh, and that last photo is very well edited.

I do like sharing my boobs with you. :D

Oh, and thank you. That means a lot coming from my go-to guy for pic edits. 💜🌷


I always enjoy exploring your writings for all the possible interpretations.

Sometimes I like to imagine that you are writing about you and me. Other times, I'm observing you and a male lover, and other times you and a female lover. Some pieces could even be about self-pleasure.

Exploring all the possibilities increases the avenues of enjoyment. :kiss::rose::kiss:

I wonder what it would be like to be another gender sometimes. How would I feel about my own sexuality differently? How would I view someone like me who writes poems so open to interpretation? Would I be able to picture myself with someone like me? Is that too inceptuous?

I write about myself, and sometimes I don’t.
I write about my partners, and sometimes I don’t.
I write about imaginary characters, and sometimes I don’t.

Genders... are a strange label I have a more difficult time with as I get older.
I find it matters much less to me what gender a person identifies as than the attraction I feel to the person someone is... if that makes any sense at all.
 
I do like sharing my boobs with you. :D

Oh, and thank you. That means a lot coming from my go-to guy for pic edits. 💜🌷




I wonder what it would be like to be another gender sometimes. How would I feel about my own sexuality differently? How would I view someone like me who writes poems so open to interpretation? Would I be able to picture myself with someone like me? Is that too inceptuous?

I write about myself, and sometimes I don’t.
I write about my partners, and sometimes I don’t.
I write about imaginary characters, and sometimes I don’t.

Genders... are a strange label I have a more difficult time with as I get older.
I find it matters much less to me what gender a person identifies as than the attraction I feel to the person someone is... if that makes any sense at all.

I think this is a degree of ambiguity that, as I said before, comes through in your writing. I mean that as a compliment.

I remember when I was very little, I used to wonder what it felt like for a girl to have to go pee. Now I wonder what a female orgasm feels like. I think it’s natural to do thought experiments like those.
 
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I wonder what it would be like to be another gender sometimes. How would I feel about my own sexuality differently? How would I view someone like me who writes poems so open to interpretation? Would I be able to picture myself with someone like me? Is that too inceptuous?

I write about myself, and sometimes I don’t.
I write about my partners, and sometimes I don’t.
I write about imaginary characters, and sometimes I don’t.

Genders... are a strange label I have a more difficult time with as I get older.
I find it matters much less to me what gender a person identifies as than the attraction I feel to the person someone is... if that makes any sense at all.

I often think the same way about things.
I enjoy the challenge of writing an erotic story from a female point of view. Incestuous? I don't think so.

And it makes plenty of sense.
 
waking wishes
lonely sheets filled
warmed bare skin
nothing but time
worry wandering away
bodies intertwined
no end or beginning
just this safety
as long as possible

I am this small bird
burying it’s beak
into nooks of you
finding comfort
never wanting to leave

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Interesting analogy there of the little bird taking care if it’s partner.

I love your outfit. You know which part of it I noticed first, proudly on display.
 
I think this is a degree of ambiguity that, as I said before, comes through in your writing. I mean that as a compliment.

I remember when I was very little, I used to wonder what it felt like for a girl to have to go pee. Now I wonder what a female orgasm feels like. I think it’s natural to do thought experiments like those.

Ive written a few poems about what my orgasms feel like... I like to hear what other people’s feels like to them too... it’s a look into something so personal, an experience so unique to each of us.

I often think the same way about things.
I enjoy the challenge of writing an erotic story from a female point of view. Incestuous? I don't think so.

And it makes plenty of sense.

I think writing an entire story from another gender’s POV would be too much of a challenge for me. I would be too worried about getting simple facts incorrect.

I actually meant to write the word “inceptuous,” not incestuous. It was a play with the word inception like the movie of that title.
 
Interesting analogy there of the little bird taking care if it’s partner.

I love your outfit. You know which part of it I noticed first, proudly on display.

I like to think even the smol, seemingly helpless can be important in their own right.

It is the most meaningful part of any outfit. 💜🌷
 
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