Free Thoughts~on One word...

[RhymeFairy]

the chair

.....



As the snow falls I settle into
a familiar chair. Feet tucked, warm
fingers flip aged pages, a calling
from deep within to step outside

my slow minded tendencies. An encircling
harmony houses my inhibitions. Sipping wine,
selecting which lotion, lavender

I think. Satisfying, smooth, long strokes,
massage tired muscles into waking up.
Feeling that sensual pool, pick up,
and slide down. Deviating fingers

divulge hidden secrets, too long
forgotten. Tingling skin, teased
by tracing hearts, and silent

" I love you's " tattooed
in by mimed fingers. From hips
to thighs, I pencil
in slow circles, mapping out every

touch, he ever made. Twin digits press,
please, pamper and prepare
a save point, another memory

for a distant cold day when his memory
per chances a visit, with a sensual kiss,
on another long cold night, when he

is no longer near. Four legs
and a feather cushion are indented
by two willing, wanting bodies.
From a slow grind with deep

penetrating strokes, round,
slide, held close, in my lovers
arms. We, bare as the trees

outside, twin each leaf's fall
with another stroke, taking
it's place. Playing, groaning

moans of eroticism, encourage
more. Clear window panes witness,
a wet, rough, slow

sweet loving and lingering
visions take root, until
this day, as I again, lethargically

retake each minxy move, to save
and share one lost days
encampment, from one lonely chair,

to the turning of another long,
lost page ....

 

[RhymeFairy]

.....



As the snow falls I settle into
a familiar chair. Feet tucked, warm
fingers flip aged pages, a calling
from deep within to step outside

my slow minded tendencies. An encircling
harmony houses my inhibitions. Sipping wine,
selecting which lotion, lavender

I think. Satisfying, smooth, long strokes,
massage tired muscles into waking up.
Feeling that sensual pool, pick up,
and slide down. Deviating fingers

divulge hidden secrets, too long
forgotten. Tingling skin, teased
by tracing hearts, and silent

" I love you's " tattooed
in by mimed fingers. From hips
to thighs, I pencil
in slow circles, mapping out every

touch, he ever made. Twin digits press,
please, pamper and prepare
a save point, another memory

for a distant cold day when his memory
per chances a visit, with a sensual kiss,
on another long cold night, when he

is no longer near. Four legs
and a feather cushion are indented
by two willing, wanting bodies.
From a slow grind with deep

penetrating strokes, round,
slide, held close, in my lovers
arms. We, bare as the trees

outside, twin each leaf's fall
with another stroke, taking
it's place. Playing, groaning

moans of eroticism, encourage
more. Clear window panes witness,
a wet, rough, slow

sweet loving and lingering
visions take root, until
this day, as I again, lethargically

retake each minxy move, to save
and share one lost days
encampment, from one lonely chair,

to the turning of another long,
lost page ....

submitted ... out today .. go read


new poems ~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

Mmmmhmm .. writing live ~~

....


read



perhaps he will

look. today

is now! I want him,


now.

to cover me
in kisses as I take him
whole.


in my mouth
in my body

muscles quiver
moans, groans, erupt
one,

one

one
finally. I bare back ride
kisses
slow, wet
licks
tongue travels

bodies quake
more
more

erupting in screams
scarcely touching
but

joined
connected
reaching

outer space

within

seconds. the
wait, too long

want

too much
here

now

forever ~~






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



my thoughts ...
perhaps I should have went to passion
thread

first

off tha hip
there it is ~~

,,,,, writing live
perhaps
a lotta passion
perhaps


I am
hot
hot
hot

for him ~~ lol ~

 

[RhymeFairy]

Originally Posted by Neonurotic
on 100 words thread :

A Missionary Seven Ways To Sunday

Once a month, I have a Sister or a Brother standing on my doorstep preaching. They are clean-cut, smelling of soap and starched white shirts. Sometimes, I listen to their goodness. Other times, wickedness slips, the flirting ensues and it’s not always initiated by me. I don't invite them inside, even in disagreeable weather. Though, this one last week, there was plenty of badness from both sides. A squall poured down, soaking this blond to see-through, hard nipples and erections. I relented in my living room, but a sermon wasn't on my mind or his lips as I kissed them.




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Quote:
Originally Posted by RhymeFairy :


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



they preach
prowl
stand upon

door step attention.
lines all

perfect

not knowing, inside
this

stone cold door
lives a living, morphing

muse

spanked
tied
dog-tired
from her daily rations of

come

come

stand attention!
hands, head

bowed
face, vibrant.
eyes, filled with
admiration
for the one who

teaches

administers
daily devout,
perfect -

by the book

ramblings
of what
to do
what

not.

touch
placement
sinister

leers

carry this fairy up
and past

pearly white gates
and into the great

divine ~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

no bubbles nor

o

i

l

s. Just a smooth
lipped, shaved

neither region
stand by
for ignition
kinda, morning. He played

licked

sapped my engines
while plying lips

tongue

body, unto

this ship
of passion, hot
heater
a-g-o. a blast off
into tomorrow

rushing on
into

infinity. Mmmm


YES!!






mmmmhhhmmmmm

 

[RhymeFairy]

Word for today

I have done this one before, so please
excuse :::: (If you can )



Cream :::



cream   [kreem] Show IPA
noun


1.
the fatty part of milk, which rises to the surface when the liquid
is allowed to stand unless homogenized.

2.
a soft solid or thick liquid containing medicaments or other
specific ingredients, applied externally for a prophylactic,
therapeutic, or cosmetic purpose.

3.
Usually, creams. a soft-centered confection of fondant or fudge
coated with chocolate.

4.
a purée or soup containing cream or milk: cream
of tomato soup.

5.
the best part of anything: the cream of society.



verb (used without object)

7.
to form cream.

8.
to froth; foam.

9.
Informal. to advance or favor only the wealthiest, most skilled
or talented, etc., especially so as to reap the benefits oneself:
Management is creaming by advancing only the most productive workers.

10.
Also, cream one's jeans. Slang: Vulgar.

a.
to have an orgasm, especially to ejaculate or experience glandular
lubrication of the vagina.


b.
to be overcome, as in rapturous admiration or
delight.


verb (used with object)

11.
to work (butter and sugar, or the like) to a smooth, creamy
mass.

12.
to prepare (chicken, oysters, vegetables, etc.) with cream, milk,
or a cream sauce.

13.
to allow (milk) to form cream.

14.
to skim (milk).

15.
to separate as cream.

EXPAND
adjective

20.
of the color cream; cream-colored.


Idiom

21.
cream of the crop, the best or choicest: a college that accepts
only students who are the cream of the crop.

Origin: 1300–50; Middle English creme < Anglo-French, Old French
cresme < Late Latin chrīsma chrism


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Happpppy Writing
my friend, foe's

those who

dream ~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

I am getting to CREAM: just had a pit stop, on 100 words, on way, mmmyes!

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

he looked
he read
every

line. came


cum

upon me. took
my all
breathed

fresh air
a non- suf-

focating legend
a man
who saw
took, made
whole
then stepped

back, glimpsed
the fairy
within.

lily pad, jumping
from fun, excitement
loving

teasing

happy

me. witnessed a woman
on the verge

of what
could

be. cupped
me in his silent, secure
word

of

be. just

be

as you are, a woman with
wants
needs
desires. desire

me
desire

a world of what

could be. he came

cum-med
within

and never. looked

back ~~


mmmhhmmm ~~~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

All night the fires burned
in the fields along the tracks west of the village.
Her window glowed, a sullen, bloody red
and she kneeled at the sill as if in prayer
to watch the wind lift the flames
fringed with sparks dancing
in the dark sky, jittery stars that died
and fell, black flakes, back to earth.
The silhouettes of the men, her father
and others walked through this hell
beating at the spreading fire
with jackets, spades and feet. One danced
out of her sight, his cuffs alight.
The shouts of the men reached her
and the scent of the burn caught her throat
so that she couldn’t stifle a cough.
She was bundled to bed by her clucking mother
to wait for the morning train to start
it all over again.

fires burn
words flow
life

is a chance
upon a stumble
to step

head held high
to hide behind

her mask
of yesterday. I dream
I want

I need
him, beside me.

Yet, he has

faltered
stumbled upon another
path. Her limbs
are wondrous, I can

but guess --
to imagine,

of man, but I can

not help
but
wonder, dream

is she good enough
is she fair?
Can she boil

his blood as if twin witches

dreamed up
a concoction
to steal, and be-moan
this man
of mine. I understand

the years have passed
I know, he is free

to choose

but I shall,
will
can not help

but
wonder

is his mistress - his
dominatrix

as good
fair
loving
wanting
and demanding
as I.... Come,

my pet

she is NOT

worthy. Now !




:caning:



Mmmhmmm

 

[Fondelum]

Sadly C ash R ules E verything A round M e

Shuddering, vocal screams, and shout from down deep inside of We

Used to read Oui as an Gemeni Child, dirty on knobby knees, uncompromisng, yet a far cry from mild

Quietly lameting at times that I didn't file an issue or two. www Keystokes and space bars only do half the job, adapting makes my cock throb...

lol

 

[RhymeFairy]

Having a bitta trouble with my puter. Be in an out
for a bit. Meanwhile .. write, be happy

have lotzzaaa fun

on FreeThoughts. Jus

write ~~




PS... not going anywhere, will be here.
Jus in an out. Lol Love you guys ~

 

[VincentNew]

Even Napoleon had his Watergate.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Been missing everyone..


Roll calll please....

 

[RhymeFairy]

Thoughts splurge
Body
whimpers. Time tilted
like minds mimic
daydreams. Nightly
passion
pimped out. Taking

every desire. My wants?
Wet
Slick
Substance, sliding
slicing through
forging as we fondle

Ride
Raked nail

Nails
piercing
partaking. my



fill

 

[RhymeFairy]

I'm home....

Traveling these roads
Leaves me bored. I approach
a two way street. Knowing
my naughty self, I pluck
Out

Tempt my fairy to froliv
Play
To cone home. Sizzle, strip

Expect the unexpected
For I own this land
I have what it takes

I take. I want
I need

Peach lips bursting
bringing etotic fruit to

Play, pounce
Participate in a this wild
abandonment
Of mine. Now

Partake, tempt. Taste
as tantalizing lips brush
Gorging with great delight

Digest him
whole, inside out
Bodies bursting
Bringing a bountiful
Crop of need
Want
desire. Demonstrating
My pagen need
of wanton
Wickedness...

 

[Unbridled_Passion]

glad u r back

i have not been around much
but do not complain

my life is complicated
work is a pain

glad to be back
i am willing to write

missed it so
much that my life is

uncomplete



i just came back to the site and was happy to see you...the poem was more of a funny...sorry

 

[RhymeFairy]

here I stand
ice, melting
snow
falling
a moment in time,
captured, spinning tales
talking, mentioning

snow, falling
figuring seconds. sending

a picturesque
moment
mentioned
in todays news.

a fragment of time
captured,
cap-sizizzing
lil seconds
snow,

snow, ice
icing on my
cake.

I am back, listen,

moments treasured,

mapped out as
tounge taste, glistening flesh
feeling, foraging

free to is alive
aligning within my spirit
a morthamephical silenece

sealing
selected
tantalizing
talons of
feed me, here
now. I need. I

want
FLESH
His fragrant

body
pressed tight
taking, my

giving
of tasting

everything, every

morsel of fragrant
flesh, I
deem
is his ....

 

[RhymeFairy]

I'm back ..

you've heard this
so many times before

but I

ache

I need

this
time, to taste

tell.

tantalizing
testiments
of here
now, I

need

you
you
you
to tell, my story
my every
step
along this path that leads
legislates
a lethargic testiomony
of this lethal
needs, a necessity

I crave

you, just

you

 

[UnderYourSpell]

RhymeFairy!!!

 

[todski28]

ice, frigid cold
melts grows tepid
in my arms
my charms
turn winter to spring

unfurl from
the aching fury of
hibernation
imbibe the libation
the succour I offer
as a man to a woman,

let me hold you,
comfort and soothe
before we move
to remove
the last morsels
of clinging thaw
on your soul

uncurl, be whole
know that I stole
the icicles and replaced
them with the warmth
of me, my heart
beats in synchronised
rhythm
given and taken
the back a fourth thrust
of passion and lust

let me lick the last of winter
from you, thaw the core of your
fragrant centre,
lap at the heat that rages
for release,
I wont cease
the teasing repeat
until gasping spent
puddles melt

dip heated hardness
into the flow from whence
the puddle came
hisses
heat and cool combine
plunge into the depths

lost in blue eyes
that match the skies
lips that taste
of fresh cool water
in the high heat of summer
lay with me
head on my heart
hear the beat
the rhythm
as you flow out

 

[RhymeFairy]

RhymeFairy!!!

Missed you too Sweets

 

[RhymeFairy]

ice, frigid cold
melts grows tepid
in my arms
my charms
turn winter to spring

unfurl from
the aching fury of
hibernation
imbibe the libation
the succour I offer
as a man to a woman,

let me hold you,
comfort and soothe
before we move
to remove
the last morsels
of clinging thaw
on your soul

uncurl, be whole
know that I stole
the icicles and replaced
them with the warmth
of me, my heart
beats in synchronised
rhythm
given and taken
the back a fourth thrust
of passion and lust

let me lick the last of winter
from you, thaw the core of your
fragrant centre,
lap at the heat that rages
for release,
I wont cease
the teasing repeat
until gasping spent
puddles melt

dip heated hardness
into the flow from whence
the puddle came
hisses
heat and cool combine
plunge into the depths

lost in blue eyes
that match the skies
lips that taste
of fresh cool water
in the high heat of summer
lay with me
head on my heart
hear the beat
the rhythm
as you flow out

.....

Uncurl this heart of ice,
melt this bequeathing of

numb-
ness. let's partake.
Please, pleasure
plant

a seed that
with sunrise, holds
grips
glistens

in rays, puddles,

pleasures
our
dour hearts. Heated
emotion
eruption. Your volcano

of voluminous
vengeance,

venomous
voraciously
takes, a
bi

te, a silken

taste of this, my

felionish, flesh. Your rising
rock
crumbles. Creeping in-
to hearts, eyes

dare I say, finger-
tips
p
r
e
s
s. presenting
your pleasure


point,

placing
soft, molten
memorializing
kisses. Kicking
covers. Creeping,
crazily,

along
tip-by-tip
tauntingly

torturing- tempting
caution away. Taking all

Giving in-
to this moment
This spastic septum
of loves embrace, endurance,

need,
needing. Into a

a frostbitten
balcony kiss


into a volumetric


spot. There ... yes,
I need that

crave
you. Your unfurled fingers
right

there ...







...



I'm Back, lol
Soo miss this

thank you TodsKi28

you wrote soo good. Yummm!!!!
Hoping I Still have it, if not. No worries .. for me
it's all about letting that feeling out, whatever
the word ... bounce

::))

 

[RhymeFairy]

Took a lil walk tonight. Avoid? Words to avoid, although a good thought but I be thinking ...

Avoid, close in

take,

want
need ..

your choice




what if we spin that around??


words to avoid

why not embrace?

partake? let love
slide ...


sling us
in?

slithering fingers
kissing, nether regions

needled. next,

he kisses, napes,

tongues
tantalize. soft lips

legion. leading
fingertips
ferociously

feathering
down,

down
up
tits, tested
tasted

nips, nubs
next, she

blows

softly, settles upon

his neck
kissing, nipping
growling
leading into his


his never ending kiss
seconds, minutes
hours - I succumb

seeking

fevering
feverishly
fiddling,
needing. nesting in-to
more kisses. whispering
skin, lashing, languishing

lethargically leaning into

all that he is. Breathing in, his
he
him ...
his

presence. All I want,
need, ever dream

of as each tongue lash
lathers, slowly circling, causing

eruptions
nerve ending needs

nether region
wants, a soft
sigh
he needs
me, just
me ... here
now

no avoidance, just seeking,

nestling into

our

here
now ....




* jus saying ...




* free thought from RF~

 

[todski28]

avoid

avoid the rush, the push
to close the deal,
the key is to know when to put on the

breaks

the time to increase the pressure of
want of desire to let it rise, red
blush of tell tale tension,
hold the prize just out of grasp and gasp
avoid plunging head long into her depths

avoid the manic thrusts, revel in the silky
smooth slide in,
agonize the entry,
connection and eye contact
as you
feel
it envelop,

engulf,

enrapture
trap her with a

pause

partially parted, she grinds and grins
ready for you to slide in,
avoid your release till
purrs of pussy content
then hell bent make charge
divine the sublime with rod and shaft

avoid the premature, your goal is
her goal
till legs quivering like a newborn foal
unsteady feet betray the hood of swollen heat
repeat,
repeat,
till all else delete, merge together complete
union, unison and unity
cum as one

 

[RhymeFairy]

free thoughts, explodes

I try to be quiet
silence is golden

I am not the quiet
kind, to stand
take, partake
let-go

moonbeams, wind
whispering across my skin
golden beams, smile
tan lines lethargically
lease
let live, life, sun
water
skin

lines drawn I long
to dip
drink
do away with this lethargical
location. Sweet rays
rim,
sunglasses on

dip, drink
lie
about
long days filled
with soft
skin, golden
limbs
leaning in. A kiss
silken
smiles

smeared as bodies, freckles

meet. Sunset dreams, palm trees sway

bodies,

bodies


bend ...

\

 

[RhymeFairy]

got interrupted, ever happen to your ... writing
process? Grrrrrrrr



dreams prosper, swing "round
take me,
shower me

into what was
what is ...

yesterdays dreams



inspire, as I

seek.

I demand

this moment to
have
lie
down, upon
silver

hay bales

jumping from bale
to bale. Lil limbs leap.
Smiling fanatically as childhood

memories

bounce. Brothers run, floor
gives in

silo memories uptake

favorite

ring-round
rosie, a calf named Drunk
bottles lined up

soaking in my past life

memories

seem to always take
over as I lay to sleep, always love
always happiness.



As I see it,
it all went wrong?? where?

teenage dreams
turn into hormonal nightmares

I recall being with him and crying
weeping

memories of
needing to be home with my parents
warm, cocooned
distant
faded nights. Yes, reconciliation
happened but
Yet, I still marched to a different
drummer ...

life truly

should not be so difficult. I now,
have children yet

I know they
march to their

own drum.
Young love,


middle age love

love,
any kind of love is

has yet,

to impress me ...