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Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

pantyboidoe said:
these moments have always been the toughest to let go
the ache for a smell and a taste
the reminders that overbear on certain weather(ed) days

your photos always reflect the words so wonderfully. :kiss::rose:
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Thank you. I’m happy to hear it resonates.

Todger65 said:
Looking forward to the time when you meet with Him again.
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Always.

BadAmy said:
what a beautiful poem and pic:)
xxo
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Thank you so much, Amy. 🌷

Shenanigans90 said:
This is a touching poem and you are a very beautiful woman. I would say that the subject of the poem is a very lucky person. Thank you for sharing.
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I am glad you enjoy the poem. I am one to think I am lucky to have such a muse. Thank you for your comments. 🌷
 
Rapha_79 said:
Your last picture post is incredible. You have a beautiful body.
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It’s funny, actually. I probably would not have posted such a picture before this year. I would have looked at that picture and only seen my physical flaws, but now I see a little more beauty in it; enough to share it, but not enough to post it in the open like I usually do... perhaps I will get to that place of comfort some day.
 
Moochienanu said:
I wait for you
Never letting this mind
Let go of the feeling
Falling ever further,
Deeper into that space where
Your eyes see me
Your hands touch me
Your words reach me
Your love encloses me,
Tight into that spot
Of being full of you again,
Anticipating the time
When this wait is over
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Good morning. I enjoy all your poems, musings and photos. I'm also ready for the wait to be over.
 
Moochienanu said:
It’s funny, actually. I probably would not have posted such a picture before this year. I would have looked at that picture and only seen my physical flaws, but now I see a little more beauty in it; enough to share it, but not enough to post it in the open like I usually do... perhaps I will get to that place of comfort some day.
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Well I’m glad that you had the confidence to post it. We have to remember that our bodies are tools, not static works of art. They do the most incredible things and enable us to do incredible things too. Sometimes those things leave an imprint. They’re badges of honour and they should remind us just how fucking amazing we are. We should be proud of them.
 
That poem

is one of your best! And picture is perfect, the color adding vividness to your words!
 
What a beautiful woman
Inside and out
The Pink really is your color
To me anyways
:rose:
 
Moochienanu said:
I wait for you
Never letting this mind
Let go of the feeling
Falling ever further,
Deeper into that space where
Your eyes see me
Your hands touch me
Your words reach me
Your love encloses me,
Tight into that spot
Of being full of you again,
Anticipating the time
When this wait is over
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WOW! Powerful poem...and a lovely picture! Beautiful! :rose::rose::rose:
 
Fazer600 said:
Good morning. I enjoy all your poems, musings and photos. I'm also ready for the wait to be over.
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Waiting patiently is very difficult for me. I find myself throwing little fits every now and again, a tantrum about how long I’ve been good and deserve some positive reinforcement.

Rapha_79 said:
Well I’m glad that you had the confidence to post it. We have to remember that our bodies are tools, not static works of art. They do the most incredible things and enable us to do incredible things too. Sometimes those things leave an imprint. They’re badges of honour and they should remind us just how fucking amazing we are. We should be proud of them.
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I’ve had this discussion a couple times on my thread, and I think it’s a bit *shrug* for me. This is the insecurity I have in posting a picture that shows my less-than model physique: I then am told that my scars and stretch marks are beautiful, which I do not agree with. I don’t think I could ever be told that they are and believe it (well, except maybe in a certain way and by someone absolutely special enough to make me forget my physical flaws when I’m with them). It’s just a thing that happened to me and I now have these (and an incredible child). I don’t need to be proud of a mark on my body I don’t particularly care for, I just have to be comfortable with myself, which is something I’m working on. 🌷

Awaywego said:
is one of your best! And picture is perfect, the color adding vividness to your words!
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That is so sweet of you to say, thank you.

Joxlrg said:
What a beautiful woman
Inside and out
The Pink really is your color
To me anyways
:rose:
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Thank you. These are new panties. I like how bright, almost neon they are.

scotluvsoral said:
WOW! Powerful poem...and a lovely picture! Beautiful! :rose::rose::rose:
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I’m glad you enjoy it. 🌷
 
Somewhere in the middle

Between the lines on sheets
Laid out before, under, on top of
Downy mattress, slowly sealing
In your scent lofting, sinking
Amidst the wreckage known by time
Not before, not after
A flower unopened but no longer a bud
Sits waiting as patiently as possible
For the heat promised
In the tightening touch
Of the right now.
 
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Moochienanu said:
Somewhere in the middle

Between the lines on sheets
Laid out before, under, on top of
Downy mattress, slowly sealing
In your scent lofting
Amidst the wreckage known by time
Not before, not after
A flower unopened but no longer a bud
Sits waiting as patiently as possible
For the heat promised
In the tightening touch
Of the place right now.

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This is an incredibly alluring and erotic picture. You have a gorgeous body and a creative and sexy mind.
 
Moochienanu said:
Somewhere in the middle

Between the lines on sheets
Laid out before, under, on top of
Downy mattress, slowly sealing
In your scent lofting, sinking
Amidst the wreckage known by time
Not before, not after
A flower unopened but no longer a bud
Sits waiting as patiently as possible
For the heat promised
In the tightening touch
Of the right now.

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Hand around her neck
The other under her ass
He picks her up
Throws her to the bed
Twists those sticks
until she starts to turn Red
You are mine
In this time
Panties aside
You will abide
You are my treat
And I WILL EAT
 
Somewhere in the middle...

I loved what you wrote and your posted picture is exquisite. I'm beyond impressed with your rope skills and the chopsticks take's it all over the top.
 
Moochienanu said:
It’s funny, actually. I probably would not have posted such a picture before this year. I would have looked at that picture and only seen my physical flaws, but now I see a little more beauty in it; enough to share it, but not enough to post it in the open like I usually do... perhaps I will get to that place of comfort some day.
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I often lurk, but seldom post. That particular picture took my breath away. Your words and turn of phrase are second to none around here. the pics are usually just icing on the cake. But that particular pic really shows how incredibly beautiful your body is (in my eyes). Everyone has some "flaws". They tell a story the say as words. Yours are more like souvenirs of a real person who has dealt with life.

I will go back to lurking now and keep my mouth shut. Happily reading your words and the wonderful pics that accompany them.
 
Moochienanu said:
Somewhere in the middle

Between the lines on sheets
Laid out before, under, on top of
Downy mattress, slowly sealing
In your scent lofting, sinking
Amidst the wreckage known by time
Not before, not after
A flower unopened but no longer a bud
Sits waiting as patiently as possible
For the heat promised
In the tightening touch
Of the right now.

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To answer the question you present as your reason for editing.

Yes. I think that you do.
 
Moochienanu said:
Somewhere in the middle

Between the lines on sheets
Laid out before, under, on top of
Downy mattress, slowly sealing
In your scent lofting, sinking
Amidst the wreckage known by time
Not before, not after
A flower unopened but no longer a bud
Sits waiting as patiently as possible
For the heat promised
In the tightening touch
Of the right now.

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2117569&stc=1&d=1619462396
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You’ve stretched and squeezed your nipples beautifully. That tie looks good, grips and is tight in all the right places.

I love the way your ‘watermark’ text almost always matches the colour of some part of the photo, today it is the rope.
 
This fear filled her so completely
And he sat there, driving the hatchback like she wasn’t bleeding all over the passenger seat’s upholstery.

What even happened?

He looked nice enough, an older gentleman with a rust coloured beard that seemed to be lightening with age.
His smile was one that hadn’t alerted her to anything weird when he had pulled over for her, thumb out on the side of the highway.
She had leaned over a bit, squeezing her breasts together to show more cleavage when she saw it was a man passing.
She thought it would be fine to give a little something for his trouble, and she had plenty of body to give...
but damn, she never thought she would be giving it like this -
A piece of sharpened rebar sticking out of her thigh
Impaling her
Keeping her sitting in that seat
Next to a strange man
Freaking out
 
Moochienanu said:
This fear filled her so completely
And he sat there, driving the hatchback like she wasn’t bleeding all over the passenger seat’s upholstery.

What even happened?

He looked nice enough, an older gentleman with a rust coloured beard that seemed to be lightening with age.
His smile was one that hadn’t alerted her to anything weird when he had pulled over for her, thumb out on the side of the highway.
She had leaned over a bit, squeezing her breasts together to show more cleavage when she saw it was a man passing.
She thought it would be fine to give a little something for his trouble, and she had plenty of body to give...
but damn, she never thought she would be giving it like this -
A piece of sharpened rebar sticking out of her thigh
Impaling her
Keeping her sitting in that seat
Next to a strange man
Freaking out
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What a switch! Frightening imagery! Beginning of a new story???
 
She had been doing the gorilla journalism thing for a while now,
Working under a pen name and doing most anything from the mundane to the unexpected.
Last month she had waited tables at a high society restaurant.
The month before she was taking paragliding classes.
She did these things, and would write about the parts that made them pieces of the human experience.

This month it was hitchhiking.
She had packed a small rucksack with a few essentials,
Gave her friends a heads up about what she was doing,
Found places along her route where she could crash
And she did the research about what parts of the highway the cops didn’t frequent because the last thing she wanted was to write about being in jail... again.
 
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Moochienanu said:
She had been doing the gorilla journalism thing for a while now,
Working under a pen name and doing most anything from the mundane to the unexpected.
Last month she had weighted tables at a high society restaurant.
The month before she was taking paragliding classes.
She did these things, and would write about the parts that made them pieces of the human experience.

This month it was hitchhiking.
She had packed a small rucksack with a few essentials,
Gave her friends a heads up about what she was doing,
Found places along her route where she could crash
And she did the research about what parts of the highway the cops didn’t frequent because the last thing she wanted was to write about being in jail... again.
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Excellent beginning!! :rose::rose::rose:
 
It had been three hours her first day before a car pulled over for her
She had given the woman a bit of gas money
And a pot brownie
And made it all the way to her first friend’s city.

After a night on the couch, she woke up stiff-jointed, but ready to face the road some more.

It went like that, slowly making her way across the country side.
Some people brought her further
Others not much past the next town over.

She was in the middle of her third day when he picked her up.
She had already relaxed her morals and let a guy touch her breasts in the car the day before, so she thought that was probably the grittiest thing she would write about.

Man, had she been so very wrong.
 
Moochienanu said:
It had been three hours her first day before a car pulled over for her
She had given the woman a bit of gas money
And a pot brownie
And made it all the way to her first friend’s city.

After a night on the couch, she woke up stiff-jointed, but ready to face the road some more.

It went like that, slowly making her way across the country side.
Some people brought her further
Others not much past the next town over.

She was in the middle of her third day when he picked her up.
She had already relaxed her morals and let a guy touch her breasts in the car the day before, so she thought that was probably the grittiest thing she would write about.

Man, had she been so very wrong.
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This is attention holding writing, lovely Moochie!! :rose::rose:
 
She had run up to the passenger window and leaned in to talk
He smiled and had the best view down her blouse
She saw his eyes linger as he asked where she was headed
And knew he wouldn’t mind taking her the rest of her way that day.

She had chosen to wear a skirt and a scoop neck cotton t-shirt that day, knowing it would be hot on the side of the road and she wanted to be in cars as much as possible.
Men were predictable, and a twenty-something-looking woman in a skirt wasn’t going to be left in the sun for too long.

Once invited, she hopped into the passenger seat and smiled as he started driving.
 
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