Desultory and Impulsive

[Moochienanu]

I've been thinking how to respond to this all day
And I'm not really sure how
Or if I should bother.

I probably wouldn't
If you hadn't mined my thread
To provide me with such compelling evidence
To counter my prior post.

I wish to give you recognition
And point out
That the such is not lost on me.

I am fortunate.
I am lucky.
And I should express more gratitude
For the things that I have
And for that of which provides me
The ability to express what I do, the way that I do.

That said; a point, which I take responsibility for lacking the ability to aptly convey, has been missed.

*takes off my mining hat*

I have similar troubles
Seeing positives and
Viewing the light
In a night of my sinking ships.

When you do write
Romance
Want
Hunger
Small, everyday moments
Fiction
And non
It is all magical.

Also,
Your choice of suit
Is very becoming.

 

[y=mx+b]

Because.​

 

[y=mx+b]

Sex is so goddamn fun.

 

[Misshotndeep]

Sex is so goddamn fun.

I miss sex. I remember it being fun.

 

[y=mx+b]

The best part
Is sliding my finger
Over her asshole.

It seems so intrusive
But she likes it.

 

[y=mx+b]

She got to see the full pic...

 

[Misshotndeep]

She got to see the full pic...

Well fuck. Lucky lady indeed. Yummm!

 

[Vixxxenn]

She got to see the full pic...

She's very lucky.

 

[y=mx+b]

......

 

[y=mx+b]

I've been deleting PMs.

Because I don't get many
I forget about them

And they just kinda build up over the years
Like moss on asphalt shingles
The lush pillowy green kind
That adds charm and character
To a cottage home
Not far from a small body of water.

And as I delete them
I find myself stopping
Randomly
And reading

And it's like... a photo book.
But with words.

And I find myself thinking... I can't delete this...

 

[y=mx+b]

She closed
Every window
That I used
To look in on her.

Now
I cannot see her.

Her scars
They are invisible
To my eyes

Like those cut in her heart
Or those that come back
To the surface
Once the pleasure
Of her orgasm has faded.

Each window
Shuttered
To keep her
Private

Hidden behind the words
She writes
And deletes

Hidden behind thoughts
That turn to feelings
Hidden behind a lust
That wants someone to see her
...to reach out to her

Not to save


Or pull her back to the surface


But someone
Who's reaching out
Can be felt

And felt in such a way
That would feel like forever

A kiss
An embrace

Something
To make her feel
Like the delicate daughter
She once was
So eager to live and love
And please
All for the simple sake of being loved back
...and feel protected
...and allowed to grow

And make mistakes
...without shame

And so
Her windows are shut

And behind them
I know
That I am
Still
Very much with her

Because I am
That person
For whom
She is safe with

 

[y=mx+b]

Do women read mother/son incest stories
Or is it just a guy thing?

 

[y=mx+b]

This is the message I just sent her...

I want to control you. Right down to how you brush your teeth. I want to show you by making you watch me brush them for you in the mirror.


And if she didn't brush them correctly
I would brush them for her again

And again

And again.

Until she got it right.

 

[y=mx+b]

I would pull her head back by her hair
And make her rinse her mouth out in the toilet
No matter how bloody my brushing made her mouth to become.

 

[y=mx+b]

...and that's where I would hold her head
As I scrubbed her slut-box and asshole clean with the toilet brush. The bristles cutting into her labia and bending over and into the hood of her clit. Spanking her bottom with it.

 

[y=mx+b]

...using my forearm to press the front of her throat against the rim of the toilet

Choking her until she blacks-out

 

[y=mx+b]

...slapping her face until she awakens
Her hair wet
Snot and spit running out of her nose and mouth

Scooping it up in my hand
Using it as lube
Jerking myself off
The head of my dick
So close to her eyeball
...that it's touching it.

The slit of my piss hole
Kissing the smooth surface of it
Creating the slightest suction to it
Feeling how it felt against me

Precum
Mixing in with that of her tears

 

[y=mx+b]

And you know
That's how I'm going to come
Right?

With you like that
Looking like that

Feeling like that

That's how I'm going to come.

 

[y=mx+b]

Let your feelings slip
Boy
But never your mask
Boy.

 

[y=mx+b]

I'm tired of wanting orgasms and wanting to be sexually turned-on all the time.

 

[y=mx+b]

A hard
Slutwet
Want
Of scent
And heat.

 

[y=mx+b]

Sleep

Take this glass heart
And sink it to the water's bottom
Amongst the fish clouded colored thoughts
Of touching coral compounds
Connected to the disconnected
Of thighs kissing lips.

This was her
And so she thought it
In a hug
Barefoot grass
Birds singing at edge of sleep
Seeking out soulful sounds
Soaring high up
Far from the depths
Rooted in where toil and time
Make war inside the mind

Pulling
And grinding
Ang crushing
Steel upon steel
Gouging out cut keys
To some lock
Somewhere

 

[y=mx+b]

Do you think I should touch her?
Hold her?
Hug her?

Whisper things into her ear?
Kiss her closed
--fluttering
Eyelids?

Nurse from her tears
As they cascade down her cheek?

Kiss her lips?
Breathe the scent of her
Into my body?
Have her fill my lungs
Once again
With the memory
From when we first touched?
From when
We first made love
From across the room?
From when my eyes
Spoke to her
--through her eyes
The words
My heart
Still feels to this day?

Do you think
I should touch her like that?

 

[Moochienanu]

Do you think I should touch her?
Hold her?
Hug her?

Whisper things into her ear?
Kiss her closed
--fluttering
Eyelids?

Nurse from her tears
As they cascade down her cheek?

Kiss her lips?
Breathe the scent of her
Into my body?
Have her fill my lungs
Once again
With the memory
From when we first touched?
From when
We first made love
From across the room?
From when my eyes
Spoke to her
--through her eyes
The words
My heart
Still feels to this day?

Do you think
I should touch her like that?

How does she touch you?

 

[y=mx+b]

How does she touch you?

Like a Master Gardener
Tending her garden.