Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

I find myself today
Making wishes
That mix with memories
And whirl with wonderings
 

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What do you say
When you think it’s all been before
And yet, you don’t want it to be?
 
Sometimes, the best things to say are nothing at all
 

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I love the contrasting colors to the sepia tone and as always I find your ropework intriguing. Very nicely done and a good picture of a very good-looking you.:rose:
 
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The contrast really pops. All the while emphasising your exceptional figure.
 
I like the idea
Of a slumber party
Where you hold me
All night long
After you look me in the eye,
Unzipping my onesie
Slowly
 

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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.

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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

Beautiful! Well put.
 
Talking to myself most days
I think about things,
Entire conversations in my mind
Covering various topics
Usually ending
With your hand wrapped in my hair
Feeling your smile

Dreams and reality mix
Causing a blur
When with you
That feels like it never ends
Beginning at the start
Each second sharp and penetrating,
Galaxies worth of electric tingles
When I hear your voice
Telling me

There’s not an option
Can’t stop thinking
About how you taste
And move
And feel
Aching for more
Of every memory
As they light the windows
Of a slow blink
 
Talking to myself most days
I think about things,
Entire conversations in my mind
Covering various topics
Usually ending
With your hand wrapped in my hair
Feeling your smile

Dreams and reality mix
Causing a blur
When with you
That feels like it never ends
Beginning at the start
Each second sharp and penetrating,
Galaxies worth of electric tingles
When I hear your voice
Telling me

There’s not an option
Can’t stop thinking
About how you taste
And move
And feel
Aching for more
Of every memory
As they light the windows
Of a slow blink

The build up to this...
Fuck that's a great line.
 
The build up to this...
Fuck that's a great line.

And here I am, giddy you like it.

I have been feeling pretty beaten up in the poetry forum this week (not been writing well)... decided to post here, and get some lovely words from someone I admire. Thank you for the wind in my sails. 💜
 
Honey

Soft and warm
Your voice, sounds
Middle of the night
First thing in the morning
Height of the afternoon
Under blankets, crisp sheets
My cheek on your shoulder
Together each moment
Comfortable, safe
Your arms
Embracing after so long
In the sound of our words
Spoken to empty rooms
Filled, yet left still wanting
Always overflowing glasses
To press a tongue to
This honey pours
With each press of lips
Flown over miles of time
 

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Honey

Soft and warm
Your voice, sounds
Middle of the night
First thing in the morning
Height of the afternoon
Under blankets, crisp sheets
My cheek on your shoulder
Together each moment
Comfortable, safe
Your arms
Embracing after so long
In the sound of our words
Spoken to empty rooms
Filled, yet left still wanting
Always overflowing glasses
To press a tongue to
This honey pours
With each press of lips
Flown over miles of time

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A description of an intimate meeting, without being graphic.
 
If only a drop was spilled
Would be sweeter than honey

Only a drop...
I know the drip
The slip that feels friction free
The fervent fluidity that falls
Wet and coating the tongue...
Only a drop
Of that, Honey

*looks at you*


A description of an intimate meeting, without being graphic.

When am I not graphic in my own ways? 😈. I mean, suggestion is the heart of erotica, right?


Wait.. should I be more graphic?
 
When am I not graphic in my own ways? 😈. I mean, suggestion is the heart of erotica, right?


Wait.. should I be more graphic?

Perhaps graphic was the wrong word, explicit is better, we can see what is clearly in your thoughts and actions, but without a blow by blow account
 
Only a drop...
I know the drip
The slip that feels friction free
The fervent fluidity that falls
Wet and coating the tongue...
Only a drop
Of that, Honey

*looks at you*




When am I not graphic in my own ways? 😈. I mean, suggestion is the heart of erotica, right?


Wait.. should I be more graphic?



Waiting and watching as that drop falls
Patiently waiting for it to reach
The one spot that would taste the sweetest
Anxious to take it in my mouth
 
Messages

We’re woven
Over and over
Words that fall
Light up screens
Vibrate deeper
Settled into the feel
Warmth in good mornings
Spreading across cheeks
Bright eyes looking up
Knees know
Wrapped, waiting
Wandering minds
Fallen layers
Whirling
 

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We’re woven
Over and over
Words that fall
Light up screens
Vibrate deeper
Settled into the feel
Warmth in good mornings
Spreading across cheeks
Bright eyes looking up
Knees know
Wrapped, waiting
Wandering minds
Fallen layers
Whirling

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An extremely erotic image. There is something very submissive about bare feet and having them bound so beautifully makes it even more so. I love the way the ropes weave in and out and spread your toes and bind your ankles. Beautiful.
 
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