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

Heard and sang to Daddy in His car yesterday (seriously? Just yesterday? My heart aches already):

Poet -Bastille

I have written you down
Now you will live forever
And all the world will read you
And you will live forever
In eyes not yet created
On tongues that are not born
I have written you down
Now you will live forever

Your body lies upon the sheet,
Of paper and words so sweet.
I can't say the words,
so I wrote you into my verse.
Now you'll live through the ages,
I can feel your pulse in the pages.

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Loving the music, the lyrics and the image, beautiful Moochie x
 

What if I don’t post another picture. Would you, along with everyone else, forget me? No longer follow? Are my stories too dark to stand alone? Do you feel like this thread will become unbalanced?


It’s all in the title.

There is no false advertising.

Missive is not defined as “pictures of tits.”

Anybody who clicks should absolutely expect to do some reading. At least some skimming. Maybe only scrolling.

I have never purchased a veggie burger only to suggest there wasn’t enough meat in it
 
I gripped it hard,
Wrapping my fingers
More firmly
Against the force of it.
As the darkness
Of twilight
Crept over the scene,
I moved it further in,
Deep under,
And the stream hit
Hard.
 

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I gripped it hard,
Wrapping my fingers
More firmly
Against the force of it.
As the darkness
Of twilight
Crept over the scene,
I moved it further in,
Deep under,
And the stream hit
Hard.

Fantastic .... intelligent, witty, and funny .... beautiful :devil:
 
I gripped it hard,
Wrapping my fingers
More firmly
Against the force of it.
As the darkness
Of twilight
Crept over the scene,
I moved it further in,
Deep under,
And the stream hit
Hard.

Perfect, how the mind twists things. I wasn’t expecting that photo but it fits the words better.
 
I gripped it hard,
Wrapping my fingers
More firmly
Against the force of it.
As the darkness
Of twilight
Crept over the scene,
I moved it further in,
Deep under,
And the stream hit
Hard.

Wonderfully done......and a cracking pair of wellies :D
 
Alright... I’m rightly drunk now.
Half a bottle of sparkling wine
And 2 shots of tequilla
Does that to a person with my body,
Apparently.

Let’s get real: I’m hurting.
I went through a long weekend
(although very fun,
it wasn’t restful at all,
I’m left wishing it was,
and my hand is prickling with the added use)
And have a long week of work ahead of me.
My insides are a bit...
Muddled to say the least,
And I’m still processing
Last week’s revelations.

With that in mind,
Boobs?

Image removed on 3/28/22
 
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Alright... I’m rightly drunk now.
Half a bottle of sparkling wine
And 2 shots of tequilla
Does that to a person with my body,
Apparently.

Let’s get real: I’m hurting.
I went through a long weekend
(although very fun,
it wasn’t restful at all,
I’m left wishing it was,
and my hand is prickling with the added use)
And have a long week of work ahead of me.
My insides are a bit...
Muddled to say the least,
And I’m still processing
Last week’s revelations.

With that in mind,
Boobs?

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thank you, beautiful....:kiss::kiss:
 
Alright... I’m rightly drunk now.
Half a bottle of sparkling wine
And 2 shots of tequilla
Does that to a person with my body,
Apparently.

Let’s get real: I’m hurting.
I went through a long weekend
(although very fun,
it wasn’t restful at all,
I’m left wishing it was,
and my hand is prickling with the added use)
And have a long week of work ahead of me.
My insides are a bit...
Muddled to say the least,
And I’m still processing
Last week’s revelations.

With that in mind,
Boobs?

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Very hott
 
Alright... I’m rightly drunk now.
Half a bottle of sparkling wine
And 2 shots of tequilla
Does that to a person with my body,
Apparently.

Let’s get real: I’m hurting.
I went through a long weekend
(although very fun,
it wasn’t restful at all,
I’m left wishing it was,
and my hand is prickling with the added use)
And have a long week of work ahead of me.
My insides are a bit...
Muddled to say the least,
And I’m still processing
Last week’s revelations.

With that in mind,
Boobs?

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Sounds like quite the weekend......and boobs for years?......is this a promise? :rose:
 
Alright... I’m rightly drunk now.
Half a bottle of sparkling wine
And 2 shots of tequilla
Does that to a person with my body,
Apparently.

Let’s get real: I’m hurting.
I went through a long weekend
(although very fun,
it wasn’t restful at all,
I’m left wishing it was,
and my hand is prickling with the added use)
And have a long week of work ahead of me.
My insides are a bit...
Muddled to say the least,
And I’m still processing
Last week’s revelations.

With that in mind,
Boobs?

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I’ll try to remember this... tequila= profound+ boobs
 
My mind on The and the one after.

Allow me to bore you
With my thoughts in succession
Like rain falling
Hitting leaves which plummet as well
Hitting the ground long after,
And staying for a spell
In the puddled muddy moment.
My thoughts,
Which fall in the shower
You step into,
Steamy and hot
As the rivers on glass doors
Slide and close,
Soapy bodies press and hold
And my thoughts circle
Into an artificial night
Where curtains and eye masks
And the way the noise machine
Tries to drown out the cars
The sounds of a neighborhood
And children who should be in school,
But instead run the sidewalks
Singing out and ruining a facade
Created to cause relaxation.
Frothy Foam floating fizzily
Down the drain drowsily,
Now stand as excess dries
And leaves soft skin as a reply.
Run a finger down the thigh
Or is it up this time?
No one cares as the walls cave
Leaving everything exposed
In a single sigh.
The poured clothes sit
In those desk puddles
With the electronic leashes
Left languishing across the room...

And us
Soft under covers
Sleeping soundly
For a few fleetingly fast blinks
Before a hand
Makes it’s way
Up or down.

Image removed on 3/28/22
 
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Allow me to bore you
With my thoughts in succession
Like rain falling
Hitting leaves which plummet as well
Hitting the ground long after,
And staying for a spell
In the puddled muddy moment.
My thoughts,
Which fall in the shower
You step into,
Steamy and hot
As the rivers on glass doors
Slide and close,
Soapy bodies press and hold
And my thoughts circle
Into an artificial night
Where curtains and eye masks
And the way the noise machine
Tries to drown out the cars
The sounds of a neighborhood
And children who should be in school,
But instead run the sidewalks
Singing out and ruining a facade
Created to cause relaxation.
Frothy Foam floating fizzily
Down the drain drowsily,
Now stand as excess dries
And leaves soft skin as a reply.
Run a finger down the thigh
Or is it up this time?
No one cares as the walls cave
Leaving everything exposed
In a single sigh.
The poured clothes sit
In those desk puddles
With the electronic leashes
Left languishing across the room...

And us
Soft under covers
Sleeping soundly
For a few fleetingly fast blinks
Before a hand
Makes it’s way
Up or down.

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I love the words and I really love the image. Thank you for the beauty in all you do x
 
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