She said she wanted to soar
to drift on a warm summer breeze.
How could I refuse such a request?
With grown-up hands a child-like plane I did craft.
The perfect vehicle to carry her anywhere her heart desired
for paper is all that is needed to carry a dream or a spirit.
I like you
I love you
I like loving you
I love liking you
I love you
I like you
You are just so….. YOU!!!
She creates order from chaos
The master of all she surveys
Look into her eyes and you will know
She is not to be trifled with
She is fearless and focused
Neither teeth, claws nor muscle intimidate her
Your potential to harm is not her concern
She will crack her whip, and
You will jump or sit as instructed
Watch her in awe and wonder my friend
She is a tamer of life’s lions
It has been a while since bruisedbelly and I have posted individually or together. So it is a special thing to me that she came out of “retirement” to help complete this short, spur of the moment piece. Thank you BB. XO
**BB is not posting much these days, but please peruse her blog and treat yourself to what she has shared of herself.
Deeper than words the two of Us are
Far beyond a nighttime constellation
With two lost souls, We collided in space
Colliding comets come face to face
To share Our moon so bright and true
Silhouetting the image in our minds
Stay with me babe, year upon year
Heart held memories lasting forever
Our moon, Our stars in one shared sky
To gaze upon them, suspends time
As one moment grows into another
Our connection grows ever stronger
Yes, I’ll stay with you for all eternity
In fact my dear, we’ll make history
Deeper than words We certainty are
For our words are written upon the stars
Okay, those of you that know me know I have an odd need to keep things in balance. So here is a little Haiku on the other side of the fulcrum.
Dancing on the tip
My glistening liquid pearl
Your willing tongue waits
*** This goes out to everyone struggling with too much going on in their life at the moment. Remember, eventually it WILL pass…. It was inspired by a conversation with BB that reminded me of an old saying I heard my father use.
She stood, surrounded
Hungry, evil eyes peering at her
Through murky waters
The stench overpowering yet oddly sweet
Decaying vegetation and rotting flesh
She stood, surrounded
Wanting to scream or cry
To flee for her life
Shaking from fear and anger
Defiant and determined
She stood, surrounded
Blood stained teeth glistened
Waiting to devour her whole
Ripping her limb from limb
Staining murky waters red
She stood, surrounded
Feeling weak, yet strong
Up to her ass in alligators
She would not succumb
She would drain this damn swamp
Once and for all
As she has a natural tendency to do, BB provided significant motivation and inspiration for this duet. If you’d like to get a little tingle in your nether regions, shed a tear or have a laugh she can provide all of those and then some. Please go check her out at The Migraine Chronicles and enjoy.
A Halloween Story with Nottooold2
A windy, chilly All Hallows Eve
My baby cuddled up on the couch with me
A creak, a crack, what can that be?
My big strong man gets up to see
On highest alert I scan for danger
Apparition, ghost or stranger
No demon or ghoul, nothing to fear
For here in my arms, there is safety my dear
Relaxed and cozy, my mind at ease
Easily getting back to my baby’s needs
A moan, a groan, did I hear a howl
With devilish eyes, he pulls me to the shower
A howl and growl from deep within
Breath and heart racing, ready for sin
With nibble and bite passions ignite
Feigning a struggle, as lovers do fight
Naked, wet, soapy and slick
She whispers to him, “treat or a trick”
Before he answers, she’s on her knees
Taking her own treat, his Halloweenie
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Rocket science, NOT
It isn’t that difficult
“Shirt coffee”, Really?!!
Cup seam aligned with lid spout
Common sense now uncommon
Note: Just one of my pet peeves (of which there are many). Is it too much to expect people to THINK these days??
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know you don’t align the thick seam on the rim of the cup with the drinking spout of the lid.
New word for you: Sphinctosity – The degree or duration to which an individual has his/her head up their ass. Typically evaluated on a scale of 1 – 10, henceforth referred to as the Sphinctosity Scale.
A duet from bruisedbelly and nottooold2
Don’t apologize to me
Don’t ever say you’re sorry
Feel what you feel
Perception always real
*
For if the word is spoken
This promised not in token
With smack upon your butt
Your mouth will surly shut
*
Apologize with a kiss
An open mouthed lick
Acceptance of apology
Only when you lick me
*
Your words you may keep
They mean nothing to me
If you must apologize
Lick the inside of my thighs
*
Tongue to flesh so sweet
Don’t you dare retreat
From knee up to your crease
You’ll beg for sweet release
*
At times you’re feeling lost
And oft times need be bossed
So put your mind at ease
But hold your apologies
*
A licking not soon forgot
Quivering, and oh so hot
So down on your knee
When I say, “Lick me”
If you enjoyed reading our little romp, do yourself a favor and visit bruisedbelly’s blog. She is far more than simply a pretty face with a beautiful (and yes, sometimes naughty) mind.
A Duet by: nottooold2 & Dana
I wish I could still feel
Your touch on my skin
Your lips on my lips
The joy of holding you close
–
I wish I could forget
The tears of our regret
When my kisses faded
Leaving your needs unmet
–
I wish I could still feel
The warmth of your body
The happiness you shared
Your breath on my neck
–
I wish I could forget
My whispered denial
Of promises never meant
As we lay together, spent
–
I wish I could still feel
The tingle of your fingers through my hair
Aimlessly drifting and twirling
As we drive with no destination in mind
–
I wish I could forget
All your dangerous curves
I failed to navigate safely
The dead-ends filled with sirens
–
I wish I could still feel
The ocean breeze on our skin
As we lay naked on the beach
Under the moon and stars
–
I wish I could forget
the sandy abrasions on my knees
as I pleaded for another chance
to silence your saline good-bye
–
I wish, above all, I could still feel
Feel everything we were back then
The good and bad, the highs and lows
Feel everything without the all-consuming feelings
(I wish I could forget there was an end at all)
…
…
***I would like to thank Dana for helping to flesh this idea out.
Sometimes an off-hand comment can turn into something more.
Insecurely Confident 