Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

I’m saving a spot for you
In those moments when eyes blink open
And dreams slip from their known
To ethereal state
While your presence simultaneously arouses and lulls
more than my thoughts
To new places
Dreams slipping away when waking is bittersweet. Tis fun to remember them when possible, though a spot reserved would make losing them easier.

Also, I just noticed the new profile picture. It is perfect.
 
I’m saving a spot for you
In those moments when eyes blink open
And dreams slip from their known
To ethereal state
While your presence simultaneously arouses and lulls
more than my thoughts
To new places
Great verse & the pic matches it perfectly!
 
Dreams slipping away when waking is bittersweet. Tis fun to remember them when possible, though a spot reserved would make losing them easier.

Also, I just noticed the new profile picture. It is perfect.

You’re much better at remembering dreams than I ever will be, but waking with the feel of a dream is sometimes just as nice.

Thank you! I used an av creator for this new one - I like the feel of it. 🌷


Great verse & the pic matches it perfectly!

Thank you, I try to have coherent thoughts here. 😁


💜
 
I’m saving a spot for you
In those moments when eyes blink open
And dreams slip from their known
To ethereal state
While your presence simultaneously arouses and lulls
more than my thoughts
To new places
My thoughts went to some of the same old places. Bad fishy
 
Mercy is a weekend of no sleep
Ahead of a tired creature
Wartorn by so many of these before
Relief is the smile on her face
After not stopping to walk
Meeting goals never even dreamed of
Compassion is the fingertips
Running lightly over the scar
Down to where only gooseflesh follows
Suffering is the blinking back
Of firestorms worth of passion
Flailing for freedom from
This want to roll the dice
And go for another round
 

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Mercy is a weekend of no sleep
Ahead of a tired creature
Wartorn by so many of these before
Relief is the smile on her face
After not stopping to walk
Meeting goals never even dreamed of
Compassion is the fingertips
Running lightly over the scar
Down to where only gooseflesh follows
Suffering is the blinking back
Of firestorms worth of passion
Flailing for freedom from
This want to roll the dice
And go for another round
Such an exciting photo. It surpasses your words on this occasion.
 
Mercy is a weekend of no sleep
Ahead of a tired creature
Wartorn by so many of these before
Relief is the smile on her face
After not stopping to walk
Meeting goals never even dreamed of
Compassion is the fingertips
Running lightly over the scar
Down to where only gooseflesh follows
Suffering is the blinking back
Of firestorms worth of passion
Flailing for freedom from
This want to roll the dice
And go for another round
Simply beautiful.
 
Interesting… I don’t know if I completely agree as the photo is rather static, but then again I have the fear my words have been running the fine edge between reverberations and stagnation lately… thank you either way. 🌷
I just love your breast and your oh so kissable neck.. You bring out the best/worst in me.
 
Mercy is a weekend of no sleep
Ahead of a tired creature
Wartorn by so many of these before
Relief is the smile on her face
After not stopping to walk
Meeting goals never even dreamed of
Compassion is the fingertips
Running lightly over the scar
Down to where only gooseflesh follows
Suffering is the blinking back
Of firestorms worth of passion
Flailing for freedom from
This want to roll the dice
And go for another round

Oh damn Moochie! 🔥
 
I just love your breast and your oh so kissable neck.. You bring out the best/worst in me.

Such strong words always leave me wondering how to reply with my own - why I often leave things unanswered - perhaps if I knew you better I would know what to say? As it is, however, I’ll simply reply in thanks and hope you don’t think me rude. 🌷

Oh damn, Moochie! 🔥

It has been much too hot out, huh?
Feels like flames licking me instead of what (or who? 😈) I wish was. 🌷
 
Such strong words always leave me wondering how to reply with my own - why I often leave things unanswered - perhaps if I knew you better I would know what to say? As it is, however, I’ll simply reply in thanks and hope you don’t think me rude. 🌷
Honestly, it was probably me that was being rude, but this forum allows a freedom of expression not available in the real world. Part of the reason I frequent this place. I am an elderly gentleman, by which I mean old. I take a delight in your photos and apparent freedom of spirit. I know that I can sometimes come across rather full on, but am only revealing my inner thoughts. Most of my interactions on the site are humour based, but as I said you bring out something in me.

As to how you should answer, well I think that you answered it with more thought than it probably deserved. A simple “Thanks” or a “Like” or even put me in my place.

Thank you for the :rose: it means a lot to me.
 
Sometimes I forget how fair-complexioned you are Moochi, and then you post a picture where the lighting reminds me just how fair you are. You're truly a beauty in every way. Enjoy the rest of your summer, it's sweltering here.
 
Mercy is a weekend of no sleep
Ahead of a tired creature
Wartorn by so many of these before
Relief is the smile on her face
After not stopping to walk
Meeting goals never even dreamed of
Compassion is the fingertips
Running lightly over the scar
Down to where only gooseflesh follows
Suffering is the blinking back
Of firestorms worth of passion
Flailing for freedom from
This want to roll the dice
And go for another round
Roll the dice & go another round, don’t stop
Run!
Love this! And the pic of course 😜
 
Mercy is a weekend of no sleep
Ahead of a tired creature
Wartorn by so many of these before
Relief is the smile on her face
After not stopping to walk
Meeting goals never even dreamed of
Compassion is the fingertips
Running lightly over the scar
Down to where only gooseflesh follows
Suffering is the blinking back
Of firestorms worth of passion
Flailing for freedom from
This want to roll the dice
And go for another round
Go another round Hun. You won't regret it :p
 
Mercy is a weekend of no sleep
Ahead of a tired creature
Wartorn by so many of these before
Relief is the smile on her face
After not stopping to walk
Meeting goals never even dreamed of
Compassion is the fingertips
Running lightly over the scar
Down to where only gooseflesh follows
Suffering is the blinking back
Of firestorms worth of passion
Flailing for freedom from
This want to roll the dice
And go for another round
Run you clever, and beautiful, girl. 🌷💜🌷
 
This body just ran 5 miles without stopping to walk for the first time ever! Also, Monty is thriving and I feel like a great plant mom. 🪴💜🌷
He does look lush and shiny. You look pretty lush yourself.

Respect. I can't even walk 5 miles without a rest.
 
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