Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

[Inspirinious]

Just a reminder: it’s hump day.

Very Lovely Lady Humps.

 

[hairball18]

Just a reminder: it’s hump day.

And what pretty humps you have.

 

[Dubinsky]

Just a reminder: it’s hump day.

Two possible definitions present themselves...

One of them is "it's Wednesday."

 

[Todger65]

Who could forget it's hump day when offered such a lovely reminder.

No apologies needed, we know you have a stressful job, work long antisocial hours, and have family commitments. Just do what you think is needed, no more than that.

 

[Moochienanu]

It’s Here.

It’s the feeling left
An afterthought
These emotions had
Shouldn’t be involved,
But somehow are
And ingrained so deeply
They can’t be separated -
Picking the pieces of shell
From a handful of sand
Slowly falling
Between the fingers.

It’s the knowing
Even when you want it
To revert to before
Take the time away
Go backwards,
Change won’t stop -
A train with three engines
Tearing down the track
As the lights of the road blink
A bell’s two tones of exclamation
Heard under the din of inertia
Won’t be turning around.

It’s here.
And knowing what stops it
And being able to
Are two different things.

 

[y=mx+b]

It’s Here.

It’s the feeling left
An afterthought
These emotions had
Shouldn’t be involved,
But somehow are
And ingrained so deeply
They can’t be separated -
Picking the pieces of shell
From a handful of sand
Slowly falling
Between the fingers.

It’s the knowing
Even when you want it
To revert to before
Take the time away
Go backwards,
Change won’t stop -
A train with three engines
Tearing down the track
As the lights of the road blink
A bell’s two tones of exclamation
Heard under the din of inertia
Won’t be turning around.

It’s here.
And knowing what stops it
And being able to
Are two different things.

It’s the knowing
Even when you want it
To revert to before
Take the time away
Go backwards,
Change won’t stop -

This cuts deep.

 

[Inspirinious]

It’s Here.

It’s the feeling left
An afterthought
These emotions had
Shouldn’t be involved,
But somehow are
And ingrained so deeply
They can’t be separated -
Picking the pieces of shell
From a handful of sand
Slowly falling
Between the fingers.

It’s the knowing
Even when you want it
To revert to before
Take the time away
Go backwards,
Change won’t stop -
A train with three engines
Tearing down the track
As the lights of the road blink
A bell’s two tones of exclamation
Heard under the din of inertia
Won’t be turning around.

It’s here.
And knowing what stops it
And being able to
Are two different things.

As I have become more aware of your wordsmith skills, it is clear that you intended for this to be intense, and not in a pleasant sort of way.

I'm left to wonder what has driven you into such a space.

Peace be with you.

 

[Moochienanu]

For you

I dive into opposite thoughts
Of tightening grip on collar
Of a smack on my ass
Of something bringing me back
And not me
Not my hand
Not this time
Soft thighs
Clean shoulder
No marks
No sign of anything
Of anyone
Because it’s impossible
To think of anyone else
When your kiss on my lips
Down my neck
Hips reaching for yours
Bodies closer
Is all I can think of
As fingers move over
Flesh that misses
The taste of your skin
When the alarms inside
Resound over and over
Without an answer
Trying desperately to go alone
But I can’t without...
And all of it
Every bit
For you

 

[hairball18]

For you

I dive into opposite thoughts
Of tightening grip on collar
Of a smack on my ass
Of something bringing me back
And not me
Not my hand
Not this time
Soft thighs
Clean shoulder
No marks
No sign of anything
Of anyone
Because it’s impossible
To think of anyone else
When your kiss on my lips
Down my neck
Hips reaching for yours
Bodies closer
Is all I can think of
As fingers move over
Flesh that misses
The taste of your skin
When the alarms inside
Resound over and over
Without an answer
Trying desperately to go alone
But I can’t without...
And all of it
Every bit
For you

Beautiful as always

 

[Inspirinious]

For you

I dive into opposite thoughts
Of tightening grip on collar
Of a smack on my ass
Of something bringing me back
And not me
Not my hand
Not this time
Soft thighs
Clean shoulder
No marks
No sign of anything
Of anyone
Because it’s impossible
To think of anyone else
When your kiss on my lips
Down my neck
Hips reaching for yours
Bodies closer
Is all I can think of
As fingers move over
Flesh that misses
The taste of your skin
When the alarms inside
Resound over and over
Without an answer
Trying desperately to go alone
But I can’t without...
And all of it
Every bit
For you

You are an incredible artist. Your work is sublime.

I so love how your words paint such a sensual image in my head.

and then there is your photo, making the image more intense, more real.

 

[Moochienanu]

It’s the knowing
Even when you want it
To revert to before
Take the time away
Go backwards,
Change won’t stop -

This cuts deep.

A difficult lesson I’m constantly learning.

As I have become more aware of your wordsmith skills, it is clear that you intended for this to be intense, and not in a pleasant sort of way.

I'm left to wonder what has driven you into such a space.

Peace be with you.

I am a rollercoaster of thoughts and emotions. Most days, my tipping point is found before the sun peeks over the horizon.

 

[Moochienanu]

Beautiful as always

Thank you, Hairball.

You are an incredible artist. Your work is sublime.

I so love how your words paint such a sensual image in my head.

and then there is your photo, making the image more intense, more real.

That’s very kind of you to say. Thank you, Insperinious.

 

[Inspirinious]

For you
.......

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What a sexy lady!

Sometimes I focus too much on your wonderful prose, and not so much on your photos. This one is a great photo and deserves its own recognition.

 

[Dubinsky]

"Not this time."

Wistful? Or resigned? Both?

No need to answer; I hope it's what you're seeking.

 

[Mtnmike]

For you

I dive into opposite thoughts
Of tightening grip on collar
Of a smack on my ass
Of something bringing me back
And not me
Not my hand
Not this time
Soft thighs
Clean shoulder
No marks
No sign of anything
Of anyone
Because it’s impossible
To think of anyone else
When your kiss on my lips
Down my neck
Hips reaching for yours
Bodies closer
Is all I can think of
As fingers move over
Flesh that misses
The taste of your skin
When the alarms inside
Resound over and over
Without an answer
Trying desperately to go alone
But I can’t without...
And all of it
Every bit
For you

Beautiful Lady, I love fishnets, you look amazing in them
Only thing better would be fishnets without panties

 

[Moochienanu]

What a sexy lady!

Sometimes I focus too much on your wonderful prose, and not so much on your photos. This one is a great photo and deserves its own recognition.

It is so generous of you to say that. I enjoy the feel of fishnet stockings, sometimes more than any other tights. I think it’s something about how the skin of my thighs feels when touched through them. Thank you for your compliments.

"Not this time."

Wistful? Or resigned? Both?

No need to answer; I hope it's what you're seeking.

I can’t find exactly what you’re referring to with the “not this time,” but thank you for the well wishes.

Beautiful Lady, I love fishnets, you look amazing in them
Only thing better would be fishnets without panties

If I go without panties, I go without stockings. I guess that’s one place where I’m ‘all or nothing.’

 

[Dubinsky]

I can’t find exactly what you’re referring to with the “not this time,” but thank you for the well wishes.

Line seven. “For You.”

It’s the line that struck me.

 

[Moochienanu]

Line seven. “For You.”

It’s the line that struck me.

Ah, that was a promise to myself... at least for now.

 

[Moochienanu]

Out the window

Sapphire married opal
Bouncing reflections
Leftovers from words unspoken
Lingering in the wind
Rustling leaves of closed doors
Flittering songs of the finches
Bringing back country road drives
Curves of bodies connecting
Two persistent flowers,
One always yours.

 

[Inspirinious]

Out the window

seeking meaning, (or is it meanings?)
September-Sapphire, October-Opal
two persistent flowers
a couple in love
always having each other.

in between indiscernible references
maybe intended not to know
bouncing leftovers
lingering, rustling, closed, and flittering
bringing back
road drives curves
bodies connecting
hidden images

lost in the turbulence
flailing reader
captivated

 

[Kryptanon]

Love that shot looks amazing

 

[Moochienanu]

seeking meaning, (or is it meanings?)
September-Sapphire, October-Opal
two persistent flowers
a couple in love
always having each other.

in between indiscernible references
maybe intended not to know
bouncing leftovers
lingering, rustling, closed, and flittering
bringing back
road drives curves
bodies connecting
hidden images

lost in the turbulence
flailing reader
captivated

Sometimes it’s best to just let the poem fall for you and not try to make sense of it. This one is probably too devoid of hidden meaning for me to explain it and keep it sounding so mystical (it’s literally what I was seeing out my window and how it made me feel/think of). I feel bad thinking I’ve lead you to flailing turbulently...

Love that shot looks amazing

Thank you. It was good light.

 

[hairball18]

Sometimes it’s best to just let the poem fall for you and not try to make sense of it. This one is probably too devoid of hidden meaning for me to explain it and keep it sounding so mystical (it’s literally what I was seeing out my window and how it made me feel/think of). I feel bad thinking I’ve lead you to flailing turbulently...



Thank you. It was good light.

I think it was a great subject.

 

[Inspirinious]

Sometimes it’s best to just let the poem fall for you and not try to make sense of it. This one is probably too devoid of hidden meaning for me to explain it and keep it sounding so mystical (it’s literally what I was seeing out my window and how it made me feel/think of). I feel bad thinking I’ve lead you to flailing turbulently...

Thank you. It was good light.

I guess I was right with "maybe intended not to know".

I over-analyze many things (a major fault of mine) and instead should just let the words flow over me and sense what I'm feeling without having to dissect it.

"Flailing in the turbulence" was an overstatement. I've been known to do that.

Carry on.

 

[Moochienanu]

I think it was a great subject.

That’s really sweet of you to say.

I guess I was right with "maybe intended not to know".

I over-analyze many things (a major fault of mine) and instead should just let the words flow over me and sense what I'm feeling without having to dissect it.

"Flailing in the turbulence" was an overstatement. I've been known to do that.

Carry on.

I overthink so much it’s a wonder anyone can understand me half the time. Don’t look at things like being over-analytical or exaggerating as negatives. Everything has its place.