“Go slow.” I feel your hand at the back of my neck, offering comfort with a squeeze. Your lips brush along the shell of my ear before you whisper, “You know I will.” I do know, have known since the first time I met you. It was the sincerity in your voice as you told …
Waking up to you The heat of you at my back Arm beneath my breasts Your breath fanning my neck I am safe here Filled with want Savoring the hard press of you Enjoying the way you rise like the sun
October was an emotional roller coaster so forgive me for saying I’m glad it’s on its way out. I’m praying November finds me in a better place. I need to learn to stop letting worry eat away at me and start really seeing myself differently. I pray too for a bit of good news next Monday… …
Go No, I won’t stop you Not because I don’t want you But because I don’t know how to keep you I wear my “don’t approach” like a shield And I’ve succeeded in pushing you away So go I’ll live behind my wall Going on with my mind intact And my heart in shreds
Bat shit crazy. When I was younger, I had a fuzzy picture of where I’d be by this point in my life. I’d hoped married to a Christian man that thinks I’m sexy as hell with a few cute kids, a dog, and a two story house. We’d attend some great church, travel a lot, …
See me I am bent Double, triple in time A counterpoint for the thrust Open to the swift shifts in space That make me quiver, shake, moan I’m a moment in eternity as you undo me Do to me as you hold me at the cleft Conquering the great slick divide I am trembling, quaking …
I’m scared. Of commitment Me, who longs for love Will run, will run The moment I think It’s found me — “You’re distant today. What happened between dinner at your apartment last night and this morning?” He’s too damn observant, noticing what I didn’t realize was even present. I battle inadequacy, a worry I’m not …
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Blogging while nekkid! Bare ass naked under my covers. Picture, if you will, a curvy brown skinned girl with a pierced nipple and her thighs spread so you can see her other piercing, lounging here thinking of ( ) as she blogs. Can you picture it? Would you like a photo to go with it? …
Restless, aroused, and unbelievably needy. My mind conjures a moment from the past. It floats through my mind as my hand slips between my thighs… “Go to the bathroom and take off your panties.” Neither of us looked away from the girl moving across the stage. Her breasts bounced as she swayed, her hips moved …