Free Thoughts~on One word...

free thoughts~

No color.. Just a lil jazz. ;)

I'm backk... Don"t know if it's going to be as good for you, as it shall be for me.
Getting myself a palm tree, a drink and settling in for the long haul this time.

Hi to all my old friends and greetings and salutations to all the ones I've yet to meet.

Much love from RhymeFairy ~~

:kiss:;)

on one word?

whooooohooooo! (grins)
 
I hope that life is treating you well,
I imagine you've many tales to tell
of your 2 fine lads and how they've grown
into young men sound of mind and bone

and the baby boy, no longer just coos,
but a toddler wearing through shoes, and more shoes
(and sometimes your nerves),
though you have a long fuse

What's become of your oldest,
is she still the boldest
of all of Your brood
or have the years tempered her moods?

Those once familiar faces and names
now seem so distant and out of frame
they blur into the background
but still you remain

in focus, in mind
inside, in my heart
a treasure well hidden
from which I can't part

You know I hope every happiness comes your way
that you languish in love at the end of the day
I only wish it was me when the hours are late
and curse my foolishness in making you wait.

:rose: :kiss: :heart:

Wow, what world was I in yesterday?
I love this one TT... sweet.. Sending you hugs

:rose:
 
I knew that u goofball, lmao !!!
Sending u a big cuppa coffee..
it looks to be a long day but I am off
so .. yeahh!!! Might write today ...


:kiss::rose:
I work 4-12 hour days and off 4 days so If you don't hear from me for days don't fret, the dragons in their caves haven't eaten me yet (grin)
 
I work 4-12 hour days and off 4 days so If you don't hear from me for days don't fret, the dragons in their caves haven't eaten me yet (grin)


nor fed ya probably, lol... ;)

I'm here to stay, no more moves. :D
Finally internet and writing
Whatever... shall I do? :D


did write, breaking the ice on tie my up thread..


bounced... from the word


tie


tied, whipped
cuffed, candlestick

stick
enough begging.
wet licks, heeled taps
target met, under-neath mesh
nylons

drizzled

sips

savored



............................


it's a lil start. been too long :heart:
 
time tosses, not morning
but night. I gather near
trying to tempt the words
the whispers, taunt

asking to be spoken, let

out

a smoke ring whirls,
whitewash
whither, foilage

forsaken. feel

feel
feel
the passion, wrapped
tight. a tiger pounce
through the smoke

smirking
his feline grin. he knew
he felt the rub and walked

away ...



bounce, from passion thread
 
wait

hands are rubbing gently
breath is hot and moist
whispered sweet nothings
muffled by the arch of your hips

not yet my love
no not yet
pulling back i watch

tornado's form in stormy eyes
desire strikes across the sky

Returning with a fury
flying closer to the eye
turbulence surrounds us

puling back i watch
no not yet
not yet my love

Clouds and lips swollen with need
begging to open up and flow
spread across the horizon

ready to conquer all



~Land
 
nor fed ya probably, lol... ;)

I'm here to stay, no more moves. :D
Finally internet and writing
Whatever... shall I do? :D


did write, breaking the ice on tie my up thread..


bounced... from the word


tie


tied, whipped
cuffed, candlestick

stick
enough begging.
wet licks, heeled taps
target met, under-neath mesh
nylons

drizzled

sips

savored



............................


it's a lil start. been too long :heart:


put your fingers to the keys and allow emotions to flow (grin)
 
If I write about it, then you
will know. The one sitting

resting, after a hard
tiring day. the feeling
goes bone deep, a weariness

that awaits

the morning sun
that first cuppa coffee
that first tiny tingle

of eagerness

sinking down, clit shivers
shouting a jubilee of joy
eagerly erupting into

clouds, aligned with dew drops
the perfect flower, awaiting
the suns rays ~



...
;)
 
passion thread, for passion


for that one moment in time
we all replay in out minds
on days, gone by
moments forgotten
remembered, tasted
a wetted appetite
reaching out
to grasp
that scene, rewinding over
and over
over
again ...



......


jus write, you said ~
 
from writing live this pm ...

Craving


with slow
wet licks
you

may start

upon
my ankles.
drizzle my
legs with swirly

sin. camp out,
about

my moist mound.
slither up, steal
a taste. tempt
out my hidden

desire, of stolen
moments. milk
my ribs, then rescue
swollen

nipples
from their tight, rosey
realm. partake of
pathways pulsating
near my neck. Nip

nestle

naked, as lips link
lining up bodies
bending
bowing
bawdily braving

this craving to taste,
have. forage
dive into
this craving, called

desire ~




..
 
Craving


with slow
wet licks
you

may start

upon
my ankles.
drizzle my
legs with swirly

sin. camp out,
about

my moist mound.
slither up, steal
a taste. tempt
out my hidden

desire, of stolen
moments. milk
my ribs, then rescue
swollen

nipples
from their tight, rosey
realm. partake of
pathways pulsating
near my neck. Nip

nestle

naked, as lips link
lining up bodies
bending
bowing
bawdily braving

this craving to taste,
have. forage
dive into
this craving, called

desire ~




..

2 cravings at the end, grrrr
... guess thats why its writing live..:eek:

nighty night my friends. If u feel a bounce, jump in ~

:rose:
 
desire
the fire within
which warms my soul
with hopes of igniting
my dreams

Bounce ... dreams


Once upon a time


a damsel wished
upon a star
a man, a partner
wherever you are

solid,
rock
one to count on
to talk and dream
of one day

a distant place where
anything
everything
is possible.

plucking a wish
puckered lips, blow
a childlike fairytale
like mom always
whispered about
in dark dark times.

her dream, came alive.
blessed with a man
a dad, who made
every wish come true.

now, I sit
picking flowers
praying,
hoping for
one day ~



:rose::rolleyes:
 
Tie ... me up ~~

buttercuppa~~


he touched me,
like no other ever

ever
has. soft touches
silent whispers
lil nudges. a creamy
salute to his
history of love

my confident
my one
who teased, yes
he fucking
pleased

pleased me
with tounge touches
strawberry slips
naughty nips
from lips, teeth
taunting me to the
edge. I wanted

I needed
daily nurishment
his

his

one. to play and taunt
to talk and walk
hand in hand
over the cliff

we survived, only to stand
hand in hand
wishing for more. life
children
blocked our path
but

I can't help it
i still dream
still stand
alone

upon the cliff

wanting, needing
his nourishment
dreaming of
my one, my soul
my

everything
that might

might have been ~~





...



Huggs and snuggles


.:heart:
 
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I have this primal, primitive
need. teeth gnarled, hissing.
bare chest, nipples scrape
atop, below
taking
taking
climatic vision, cease - thought.

pinching, nips
biting skin
scathing heights, thighs rubbed
tight. tingle
talons, scraping her path, down - down
fingers gripping, gathering precum.
tasting - evolution, a revelation
revealed. riding strong, hard
harnessing this stallion
stifling screams, moans - begs
more

more - inside, deep
hard. hedging knee's ground
down, digging
daring - ecstatic delight, denouncing his pull
riding, as he grovels
more
more




jus sayin' ~~~~
 
I spanked ...

the muse :::


Spanking



he awaits, my muse
drowing in the sunlight
weary, at days end
but still he calls

tempting

finger swipes, tickles my
fancy
with moist
mayhen, fingers touch
teaching me, yet
again - the path to glory
land.

misty memories, for it's been forever
like awakening the dragon
after eons of
rest. not wothy, not
capable of thought
just a dim memory
of what once was.

stick, pokin
wake up
wake

up

mmm, fighing cobwebs
pushing through
sun, days, thoughts
memories
my muse

tempts

teases
a tantalizing tighness, gathers
fsingle digit finger
a pathway
up limbs, languishly lathergic from years
yearning
come
come

play. pop outta your box. come play. Please
plant your thoughts, play on my playground
this playground
where the muse rules

and thoughts ... tingle from years
of un-use.
a baby dragon cracks her shell,
sensing
excitiment, tasting
yummy yearnings
feasting on
what once was ~




.......................................................................



thinking the muse,
shy-ed off :eek:
lol

No worries. It's a process and I am
loving it !!


:rose:
 
the muse :::


Spanking



he awaits, my muse
drowing in the sunlight
weary, at days end
but still he calls

tempting

finger swipes, tickles my
fancy
with moist
mayhen, fingers touch
teaching me, yet
again - the path to glory
land.

misty memories, for it's been forever
like awakening the dragon
after eons of
rest. not wothy, not
capable of thought
just a dim memory
of what once was.

stick, pokin
wake up
wake

up

mmm, fighing cobwebs
pushing through
sun, days, thoughts
memories
my muse

tempts

teases
a tantalizing tighness, gathers
fsingle digit finger
a pathway
up limbs, languishly lathergic from years
yearning
come
come

play. pop outta your box. come play. Please
plant your thoughts, play on my playground
this playground
where the muse rules

and thoughts ... tingle from years
of un-use.
a baby dragon cracks her shell,
sensing
excitiment, tasting
yummy yearnings
feasting on
what once was ~




.......................................................................



thinking the muse,
shy-ed off :eek:
lol

No worries. It's a process and I am
loving it !!


:rose:

bending over (grin)
back padding elevated


(friends are like butt cheeks
always sticking together) (~_*)
 
bending over (grin)
back padding elevated


(friends are like butt cheeks
always sticking together) (~_*)

lmao.. I write about poking my muse
and u come cack with butt cheeks??? :eek:
heheheheheehe, silly and love it!

Hmm, new word....




marvel


:rose:
 
Started this, as ... I remember ~

...



Hands

sliding over my body. Chasing
chill atop chill, winding ... welcoming
a moan. A hushed breath

beseeches a sound ... slither, from limbs
winding, mouths meeting. A champion to catch,
carry me over - creamy mound of mouthwatering
wetness.

He winks, smiles, tempts
tastes,. Tells me, with fingers gliding
granting wish, after

wish. Wanton wickedness erupts
wants escape. Eagerness to touch
his mouthwatering cock. Lips climb, slope
slant low... hearing pant after pant
I plant my pilgrimage up

down

marveling at each, sigh
every moan as bodies descend
desire, sated. His hands unclench
cinching, our climax ...





...
 
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