Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

[Moochienanu]

I feel like one of the flightless fruit flies
Set in the jar next to the tank
Stalked by his eyes
Feeling that hunger
And hoping that my grasp
On the feeble substrate
Is strong enough
When the jar is tipped again

 

[Inspirinious]

Thank you.

I really like this word cloud.
It’s how I think, write sometimes:
A main thought surrounded by the words I feel supporting it
I’m unsure of the shape,
Usually always am unsure about most of it,
But it happens like that
Often

When reading your prose, your words/phrases flow over me, creating images that tumble together. I thought that a word cloud would graphically portray those feelings.

I was concerned that I was out-of-line, or possibly what I created from your words was disrespectful to you. Initially I did a cloud shape, but somehow, that just didn't appeal to me. I chose the heart shape as your words are about emotions of the heart. I'm glad you like it.

 

[Moochienanu]

Taking a break from cleaning out my PMs

Like nothing else.

I keep thinking of that last time
Your teeth found my breast
And your tongue pulled my nipple to your mouth
I needed you inside me
Could think of little else
Than the way my hips move to yours
How it feels as you move
We move together
Deeper.

How much I wish for you
Pulling me closer, arms wrapping around
feeling every bit of your weight, heat, right there

The way our
Wishes,
Thoughts,
Needs,
Bodies
Wrap around each other...

The way you drive me wild

Like nothing else.

 

[Inspirinious]

Like nothing else.

I keep thinking of that last time
Your teeth found my breast
And your tongue pulled my nipple to your mouth
I needed you inside me
Could think of little else
Than the way my hips move to yours
How it feels as you move
We move together
Deeper.

How much I wish for you
Pulling me closer, arms wrapping around
feeling every bit of your weight, heat, right there

The way our
Wishes,
Thoughts,
Needs,
Bodies
Wrap around each other...

The way you drive me wild

Like nothing else.

So hot it made me a sweaty mess.

 

[lustfulraj]

Like nothing else.

I keep thinking of that last time
Your teeth found my breast
And your tongue pulled my nipple to your mouth
I needed you inside me
Could think of little else
Than the way my hips move to yours
How it feels as you move
We move together
Deeper.

How much I wish for you
Pulling me closer, arms wrapping around
feeling every bit of your weight, heat, right there

The way our
Wishes,
Thoughts,
Needs,
Bodies
Wrap around each other...

The way you drive me wild

Like nothing else.

That was deliciously hot even with the AC on!! I had to stop thinking, except for thoughts about the sight of you in that state, the sounds you make, and your intoxicating aroma And the way your beautiful warm skin would feel and your lips' and tongue would taste ...

 

[metrifonate]

Like nothing else.

I keep thinking of that last time
Your teeth found my breast
And your tongue pulled my nipple to your mouth
I needed you inside me
Could think of little else
Than the way my hips move to yours
How it feels as you move
We move together
Deeper.

How much I wish for you
Pulling me closer, arms wrapping around
feeling every bit of your weight, heat, right there

The way our
Wishes,
Thoughts,
Needs,
Bodies
Wrap around each other...

The way you drive me wild

Like nothing else.

You can really capture passion.

 

[metrifonate]

You know
That look
Over the shoulder
The one that says
Soft things
Hard things
Fast things
Slow things
The one that says
Everything
That happened
Before
Everything
That happens
After
The one that says
Difficult words
Without the need for them
The one that says
All the thoughts
Without opening lips
And saying one

The over the shoulder look is so intense, so erotic.

 

[Inspirinious]

another word cloud inspired by your latest poem

 

[Moochienanu]

That was deliciously hot even with the AC on!! I had to stop thinking, except for thoughts about the sight of you in that state, the sounds you make, and your intoxicating aroma And the way your beautiful warm skin would feel and your lips' and tongue would taste ...

Glad you enjoyed it.

You can really capture passion.

Thank you, I do my best, but still usually consider myself lacking exactly the words to describe what I want to.

The over the shoulder look is so intense, so erotic.

It certainly can be. Lots of communication in a single glance.

So hot it made me a sweaty mess.

another word cloud inspired by your latest poem

It’s likely so hot because I wrote it in the bath

These word clouds are very fun. Thank you.

 

[Inspirinious]

It’s likely so hot because I wrote it in the bath

That comment just conjured up so many more naughty thoughts.

 

[Moochienanu]

Inside

There is a storm
It’s boiling the oceans
Lightning striking
Hot and hard

A deep darkness
That rolls in and out
With this beauty
And destruction

There is a storm
Torrents of rains
Falling over and over
Drenching everything

A deep darkness
Which will never let go
Strangling itself
In a hopeful oblivion

 

[metrifonate]

Inside

There is a storm
It’s boiling the oceans
Lightning striking
Hot and hard

A deep darkness
That rolls in and out
With this beauty
And destruction

There is a storm
Torrents of rains
Falling over and over
Drenching everything

A deep darkness
Which will never let go
Strangling itself
In a hopeful oblivion

Well it could be your passion/feelings or global warming? Imagining torrents of rain drenching you.
You image is stunning; fantastic colours on the heart and lovely pink panties.

 

[Inspirinious]

Inside

There is a storm
It’s boiling the oceans
Lightning striking
Hot and hard

A deep darkness
That rolls in and out
With this beauty
And destruction

There is a storm
Torrents of rains
Falling over and over
Drenching everything

A deep darkness
Which will never let go
Strangling itself
In a hopeful oblivion

Just one word
Changes everything

Ignore the Title.
See the picture
noisy and dark
so familiar
seen so many times.

Then read the title.
Again.
And realize that
picture is wrong
so wrong.

Everything changes.
Just one word.


{p.s. fabulous photo }

 

[parker77]

Inside

There is a storm
It’s boiling the oceans
Lightning striking
Hot and hard

A deep darkness
That rolls in and out
With this beauty
And destruction

There is a storm
Torrents of rains
Falling over and over
Drenching everything

A deep darkness
Which will never let go
Strangling itself
In a hopeful oblivion

i’d call it stormy Monday; Lord knows Tuesday’s just as bad.

 

[Todger65]

Inside

There is a storm
It’s boiling the oceans
Lightning striking
Hot and hard

A deep darkness
That rolls in and out
With this beauty
And destruction

There is a storm
Torrents of rains
Falling over and over
Drenching everything

A deep darkness
Which will never let go
Strangling itself
In a hopeful oblivion

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2122994&stc=1&d=1629231113

I like the storm of colour on your top.

 

[Moochienanu]

Well it could be your passion/feelings or global warming? Imagining torrents of rain drenching you.
You image is stunning; fantastic colours on the heart and lovely pink panties.

I am passionate about the earth, but I don’t think that’s what I was drawing on here.
Thank you for the compliment

Just one word
Changes everything

Ignore the Title.
See the picture
noisy and dark
so familiar
seen so many times.

Then read the title.
Again.
And realize that
picture is wrong
so wrong.

Everything changes.
Just one word.


{p.s. fabulous photo }

I have a feeling I know why you think this picture is wrong,
But I disagree.
Did I painstakingly choose the exact picture I wanted to fit with this piece? No.
But do I like this picture with this particular bit of writing? Yes.
I like the shapes and colours.
I like the way they run around each other.
I like that even a delicate hand can be reaching for oblivion.

i’d call it stormy Monday; Lord knows Tuesday’s just as bad.

Tuesday nights seem to be the most stormy for me.

I like the storm of colour on your top.

Thank you, Todger.

 

[SlinkyGoddess]

The early morning

I find you here
As the sun shows her colours
You and I robed in nothing
But our smiling voices

A warm embrace
Emotions wrapped around us
Making each piece of me tingle
Crackling with a need
Only for you

Your shape an outline
I can almost make out your face
As your fingertips touch my cheek
Lifting my face to yours

My breath stolen
For those seconds
Minutes
Hours

I feel like my heart is
Taking flight out of my chest
As you press against me
My back against that wall
And I like it here
In the early morning

Where all my senses are hightened
Your touch
Your smell
Your taste
Your sounds
All so intoxicating

I can’t help but melt
I really like when you find me here

So seductive. The words, the pic, it's staggeringly arousing. Are your nipples pierced? They look so sexy. You're breathtaking

 

[Inspirinious]

I have a feeling I know why you think this picture is wrong,
But I disagree.
Did I painstakingly choose the exact picture I wanted to fit with this piece? No.
But do I like this picture with this particular bit of writing? Yes.
I like the shapes and colours.
I like the way they run around each other.
I like that even a delicate hand can be reaching for oblivion.

Oh No! You misunderstood my words. My Mistake.

The "picture" I was referring to was the image in my head as a result of your poem. Was the Storm outside? Or inside you? I was assuming, upon a second reading including the title, that the Storm was Inside you, not something visible to the eye outside. My reference to "one word that changes everything" is the title "Inside" which led me to believe that the Storm was raging inside you.

I guess I totally misunderstood your poem, and the point of the title. My Bad!

Your attached picture is very nice, but not at all a picture of the Storm. Just a lovely picture of your body, in which I thought the Storm had occurred. I love the photo.

 

[HonorableRogue]

Inside

There is a storm
It’s boiling the oceans
Lightning striking
Hot and hard

A deep darkness
That rolls in and out
With this beauty
And destruction

There is a storm
Torrents of rains
Falling over and over
Drenching everything

A deep darkness
Which will never let go
Strangling itself
In a hopeful oblivion

On my phone I can't tell if the holes have rough edges or if they're stitched to prevent fraying.

Not sure I'd call it a dagger Moochie even if it can poke things.

Edit: Oh, I did see it finally. My guess is you're dual wielding.

Cheers

 

[Azuldrgon]

I love that outfit.
And the poem was beautiful too.
Thank you for sharing my friend.
*hugs*

 

[Moochienanu]

Tender is the mind today
Placing hands on
Pillows sinking with the fall
Soft whispers of skin
Words heard and absorbed
Through a touch on the arm
A look into sea swept eyes
A known piece
Not a dalliance, but a dance
One that doesn’t end
But flows instead
Through caves deeper
Converging and submerging
When light is but a dream
The stars lending themselves
As curtains to sweep about

 

[Joxlrg]

Tender is the mind today
Placing hands on
Pillows sinking with the fall
Soft whispers of skin
Words heard and absorbed
Through a touch on the arm
A look into sea swept eyes
A known piece
Not a dalliance, but a dance
One that doesn’t end
But flows instead
Through caves deeper
Converging and submerging
When light is but a dream
The stars lending themselves
As curtains to sweep about

WOW.. I could swim around in those eyes!!!
And speaking of stars.. I hope that you are in a place to see as many as I can here !! Just Beautiful !!

 

[metrifonate]

Tender is the mind today
Placing hands on
Pillows sinking with the fall
Soft whispers of skin
Words heard and absorbed
Through a touch on the arm
A look into sea swept eyes
A known piece
Not a dalliance, but a dance
One that doesn’t end
But flows instead
Through caves deeper
Converging and submerging
When light is but a dream
The stars lending themselves
As curtains to sweep about

Sea swept eyes. Definately your eyes are like an exotic ocean.

 

[Inspirinious]

Tender is the mind today
Placing hands on
Pillows sinking with the fall
Soft whispers of skin
Words heard and absorbed
Through a touch on the arm
A look into sea swept eyes
A known piece
Not a dalliance, but a dance
One that doesn’t end
But flows instead
Through caves deeper
Converging and submerging
When light is but a dream
The stars lending themselves
As curtains to sweep about

Beautiful

 

[Moochienanu]

So seductive. The words, the pic, it's staggeringly arousing. Are your nipples pierced? They look so sexy. You're breathtaking

Yes, I do have my nipples pierced. You’ve made me smile, Thank you.

Oh No! You misunderstood my words. My Mistake.

The "picture" I was referring to was the image in my head as a result of your poem. Was the Storm outside? Or inside you? I was assuming, upon a second reading including the title, that the Storm was Inside you, not something visible to the eye outside. My reference to "one word that changes everything" is the title "Inside" which led me to believe that the Storm was raging inside you.

I guess I totally misunderstood your poem, and the point of the title. My Bad!

Your attached picture is very nice, but not at all a picture of the Storm. Just a lovely picture of your body, in which I thought the Storm had occurred. I love the photo.

You’re kinda endearing when you’re flustered

I’m glad you like the piece and it made you think. My work here is done.

On my phone I can't tell if the holes have rough edges or if they're stitched to prevent fraying.

Not sure I'd call it a dagger Moochie even if it can poke things.

Edit: Oh, I did see it finally. My guess is you're dual wielding.

Cheers

Always dual wielding my daggers, unless my mind wanders and I decide to change weapons… but I always seem to come back to these.

Thank you, my Roguish friend.

I love that outfit.
And the poem was beautiful too.
Thank you for sharing my friend.
*hugs*

My pleasure. *hugs*

WOW.. I could swim around in those eyes!!!
And speaking of stars.. I hope that you are in a place to see as many as I can here !! Just Beautiful !!

Are you out in the country like me, away from the light pollution? I love when it gets really dark and, looking up, you can see so many stars that you’re left wondering how they don’t sneak their way into your heart more often.

Sea swept eyes. Definitely, your eyes are like an exotic ocean.

I know someday, I will go somewhere exotic and think of this compliment. Thank you.

Beautiful

Thank you