Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

TANSTAAFL58 said:

Moochie! You sure know how to make an entrance (I think I just wrote that to another returnee). Unexpected turns in metaphor right off the bat. Very cool., and:

Tie me with lines of text
Until I am tight against you

Is an amazing image. I'd steal it, but you cant plagarize your friends. I may pay homage to it tho'

Yes, "homage". A much better word.

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Polranny said:

we're so lucky when we find that person aren't we?

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We certainly are.

(I’m glad to see you, Dragon.)

Todger65 said:

This sounds almost as good as the real thing. You have such a way with words, I do enjoy reading them and trying to see through your eyes.

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Joxlrg said:

You met him here on Lit too. Is that correct??

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Moochienanu said:

There was a time before
When your hands were never felt
Hard against my body,
When our lips didn’t know the craving
They have to press together
The way they do now.

There must have been a previous experience
When my body didn’t instantly fold
And fall into yours
With the sound of your voice
Telling me I’m your
Good Girl.

There certainly was a past
When we didn’t and couldn’t imagine
The intimacy that can be felt
By simply placing my hand in yours.

We know there was a before us...
Before a kiss in a hallway we’ll never visit again,
Before an innumerable amount of hundred mile drives to hold each other,
Before a million memories and slow blinks,
Before a living list that only gets longer,
Before a night together where ‘and you know,’ became something else,
Before an Oak held a Daisy...

We know
There was a before...
But we also know
That it never will be before again.

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Pervy_Sage said:

Another written word guru! Beautifully expressed!!

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Much too kind with your words, Sage... but thank you

Moochienanu said:

There was a time before
When your hands were never felt
Hard against my body,
When our lips didn’t know the craving
They have to press together
The way they do now.

There must have been a previous experience
When my body didn’t instantly fold
And fall into yours
With the sound of your voice
Telling me I’m your
Good Girl.

There certainly was a past
When we didn’t and couldn’t imagine
The intimacy that can be felt
By simply placing my hand in yours.

We know there was a before us...
Before a kiss in a hallway we’ll never visit again,
Before an innumerable amount of hundred mile drives to hold each other,
Before a million memories and slow blinks,
Before a living list that only gets longer,
Before a night together where ‘and you know,’ became something else,
Before an Oak held a Daisy...

We know
There was a before...
But we also know
That it never will be before again.

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Moochienanu said:

Much too kind with your words, Sage... but thank you

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Moochienanu said:

There was a time before
When your hands were never felt
Hard against my body,
When our lips didn’t know the craving
They have to press together
The way they do now.

There must have been a previous experience
When my body didn’t instantly fold
And fall into yours
With the sound of your voice
Telling me I’m your
Good Girl.

There certainly was a past
When we didn’t and couldn’t imagine
The intimacy that can be felt
By simply placing my hand in yours.

We know there was a before us...
Before a kiss in a hallway we’ll never visit again,
Before an innumerable amount of hundred mile drives to hold each other,
Before a million memories and slow blinks,
Before a living list that only gets longer,
Before a night together where ‘and you know,’ became something else,
Before an Oak held a Daisy...

We know
There was a before...
But we also know
That it never will be before again.

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Moochienanu said:

There was a time before
When your hands were never felt
Hard against my body,
When our lips didn’t know the craving
They have to press together
The way they do now.

There must have been a previous experience
When my body didn’t instantly fold
And fall into yours
With the sound of your voice
Telling me I’m your
Good Girl.

There certainly was a past
When we didn’t and couldn’t imagine
The intimacy that can be felt
By simply placing my hand in yours.

We know there was a before us...
Before a kiss in a hallway we’ll never visit again,
Before an innumerable amount of hundred mile drives to hold each other,
Before a million memories and slow blinks,
Before a living list that only gets longer,
Before a night together where ‘and you know,’ became something else,
Before an Oak held a Daisy...

We know
There was a before...
But we also know
That it never will be before again.

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Moochienanu said:

He bit down harder,
Sinking his teeth into
The flesh
Of his partner’s shoulder.
Almost,
Carefully,
So close
To breaking the soft skin.
Knowing
That later,
After leaving each other,
After the last touches
Turned to memory of
Caressing the body
That belonged
Next to his,
After he drove away
Back to the basic life of
Day-to-day,
He would have the knowledge
That where his teeth once were,
Would turn from a bud
Of pastel colours
On that shoulder,
Into a blooming,
Beautiful memory of the moment
When they had let go of the world
Together.

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Moochienanu said:

He bit down harder,
Sinking his teeth into
The flesh
Of his partner’s shoulder.
Almost,
Carefully,
So close
To breaking the soft skin.
Knowing
That later,
After leaving each other,
After the last touches
Turned to memory of
Caressing the body
That belonged
Next to his,
After he drove away
Back to the basic life of
Day-to-day,
He would have the knowledge
That where his teeth once were,
Would turn from a bud
Of pastel colours
On that shoulder,
Into a blooming,
Beautiful memory of the moment
When they had let go of the world
Together.

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Moochienanu said:

I feel the need to say a thank you to all the comments on my last two poems... so thank you to all of you for the sweet thoughts and words (yes Tan, even the inability to find the words counts). It means a lot to me to see each of you here and enjoying my contributions.

Today was a long day of active mind activity, so for now, I want to leave you with a song that is in my head and makes me think of my Daddy. It also makes me miss karaoke, because I could really sing this one like woah.

Supernova (Tiger’s Blud) - Kat Cunning

I'll be your rough rider, I'll be your prince
And I'll be your astronaut in the abyss
'Cause I've got it bad and I need you around
So you'd be the dagger that I don't pull out

'Cause I know
You'll be my pain and my everything

My supernova

Don't care what everybody says
If everybody thinks that I'm crazy
I know that you are worth it all
And I've got tiger's blood in me, baby
And I can love you like a pearl
Like I'm supernatural
Just like you, my supernova

So you be the hero and I'll be the shrew
Calling my name from the tracks where I leave you
The travelers paid me, they know it's a play
Yeah, I've been the damsel in front of the train

And I know
You'll be my end, the explosion

My supernova

Don't care what everybody says
If everybody thinks that I'm crazy
I know that you are worth it all
And I've got tiger's blood in me, baby
And I can love you like a pearl
Like I'm supernatural
Just like you, my supernova

My supernova

Don't care what everybody says
If everybody thinks that I'm crazy
I know that you are worth it all
And I've got tiger's blood in me, baby
And I can love you like a pearl
Like I'm supernatural
Just like you, my supernova

My supernova
My supernova
My supernova
My supernova
My supernova

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Moochienanu said:

Heart pounding
Body trembling
A sweet kiss
Lips searching
Fingertips on cheeks
Which follow the jaw line
Down to the neck
Soft tops of shoulders
Supple under a press
Moving into
Pressing against
Whole body further
Back to the wall
Succulent feelings
Far away thoughts
Gone with the undeniable
Sensation of pressing
A hot, hand-spanked ass
And the warmth in lips meeting
Not coming apart
Chest against chest
Hips against hips
Thighs against thighs
My mind free of anything
Everything
But us
As there is the feature
Found pressured
Pushed as far
Deep as possible
Without resistance
Until a whimpering



With a
Breath in...
...and out


“Fuck me.”

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Pervy_Sage said:

This one. Has me.
Feeling some kind of way.
Maybe I’ll explain,
Moochie.

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AngelicaS1780 said:

I am so pleased to read your words again, my beautiful and talented friend.

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You make it worthwhile to come back to share my words again.

Moochienanu said:

The oak
I tie myself to,
Grown
In the center
Of a field
Carpeted in daisies.

Strength in limbs
That seem to hold
Tighter to me
As the earth spins,
World churns it’s worst
All around us.

My place to calm,
Like the eye of a storm:
Always there
To offer respite
When the winds
And maelstroms of
Living
Become too much.

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Moochienanu said:

The oak
I tie myself to,
Grown
In the center
Of a field
Carpeted in daisies.

Strength in limbs
That seem to hold
Tighter to me
As the earth spins,
World churns it’s worst
All around us.

My place to calm,
Like the eye of a storm:
Always there
To offer respite
When the winds
And maelstroms of
Living
Become too much.

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Moochienanu said:

The world feels
Like slipping on a coat
Made of jagged shards
That digs into my soft flesh
And buries itself there,
But that is the nature of it.

The air chokes me
With a campfire ill extinguished,
Covers the future
With soot and grime
And coats alveolar sacs
With slime,
But that is the nature of it.

Antiquated tradition
Leading to destruction
Of a proportion
No one could ever consider
While it happens
Right in front of them
With no one trying to see
Until it’s too late,
But that is the nature of it.

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Pervy_Sage said:

Hmm. This is how I feel tonight. Thank you, Mooch.

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It’s funny, isn’t it?
When the earth starts to show
And reflect something similar to
The hell that you imagine?

This is the sky today
Where I live
While the sun was still shining.
What you see
In this picture
Is the smoke
Obscuring the blue
That is trying it’s hardest
To show itself true,
But is instead
Choked before fruition.

Moochienanu said:

It’s funny, isn’t it?
When the earth starts to show
And reflect something similar to
The hell that you imagine?

This is the sky today
Where I live
While the sun was still shining.
What you see
In this picture
Is the smoke
Obscuring the blue
That is trying it’s hardest
To show itself true,
But is instead
Choked before fruition.

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Pervy_Sage said:

Yours is no talent. Yours is a gift.

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