Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

Whatever you post ain't shit,
if I didn't know better I'd throw a fit,
You often go what may seem off script,
They do take us on a journey swift,
I'm unable to say how much sometimes you lift,
Precise your words they don't always seem deft,
In the end what matters is even if you trip,
You just get back again, follow the drift?

:rose:

I know you’re right, Darling... I felt so upset,
When you lose something important, that’s what you get.
And although I am able to soar ever freely,
Sometimes it feels like no one can see me.
I wonder if I am alright with that now,
As I sit and I ponder the reason and how.


Moochie, listen to Angelica, she is wise and insightful

Because you're not biased or anything. :kiss:

Listen to me or not, dear Moochie, but know that you are held in high regard. :rose:

You two are the cutest. :heart:

I will always hold your advice to heart and constantly try to live up to your instilled regard for me.


You are so far from being a faceless body for the spank bank but I know where you are coming from... you are a work of art beautiful woman. Complex, thought provoking, and kickass. :heart:

Thank you. Rising above seems to be my issue lately... can’t just be pretty anymore... I’m not one to settle. I’ve created this thing that is “me” here, and it is more than just a body these days... now to continue exploring.

No you don’t need her back again, that hole is gradually being filled in now as you have stopped digging.

I am so relieved that your rendezvous finally happened. Ready to return to work much more relaxed and focused. :kiss:

*gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek*

I am rather relieved as well... once again reminded that not everything is only in my mind and that some things are worth dreaming about...


Oh moochie, that ass is truly artistic...and sexy as fuck, just like you. 💋

Such a sweet compliment, thank you.
 
I always found art to be a truly personal experience and the creation of it to be something that can be an everyday occurrence, art can sometimes be in everything we do even the mundane, whether others get the same experience is neither here nor there.
That being said I find everything you post to be an artistic experience, intended or not.
........oh and a truly spectacular rear by the way ;) :rose::rose::rose:

I agree that art is personal. Sometimes so personal it could never be a shared experience.
Thank you for your sweet comments. I like the thought that I’m adding a bit of art to the community. *blows a kiss*
 
I know you’re right, Darling... I felt so upset,
When you lose something important, that’s what you get.
And although I am able to soar ever freely,
Sometimes it feels like no one can see me.
I wonder if I am alright with that now,
As I sit and I ponder the reason and how.

I don't know the dept of what you've lost and I can't imagine how you feel. it doesn't matter if anyone sees you soar, I know we all crave recognition but if you know you are then that's the greatest asset to have.

You are alright and you need to keep telling that to yourself. We are creatures of the mind and we sit and ponder and we think about the things that hurt us most but if we spend some of that time thinking how we soar then these other moments might seem smaller and insignificant.

sorry for rambling in your space, I wanted to make you feel better :)

Keep soaring higher, you have just touched the tip of the iceberg

:rose:
 
I used to think that the creation of a piece of physical art was the highest of accomplishment. To be able to point to something, painting, drawing, sculpture, and be able to say ‘I did that.’ I still think them important, but it is the pieces that really make me think... the ones that draw me in and leave me staring and wracking my mind for meaning... the ones that make me want to create myself that are the most artistic.

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that's art, erotic art... well done
 
I used to think that the creation of a piece of physical art was the highest of accomplishment. To be able to point to something, painting, drawing, sculpture, and be able to say ‘I did that.’ I still think them important, but it is the pieces that really make me think... the ones that draw me in and leave me staring and wracking my mind for meaning... the ones that make me want to create myself that are the most artistic.

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What a beautiful shot. Simply gorgeous, Moochie! :kiss::rose:
 
Hodgepodge.
My word.
An amalgamation.
I am more.
Want more.
Need more.

To breathe you in...
...and out again.

That was...
So many things.
But mostly
Exactly what I needed
To make sense
Of my gallimaufry.

To feel your touch...
...and kisses upon my skin.

That is...
So many feelings.
But mostly
Exactly how we needed
To feel each other
Amidst my patchwork.
 
I don't know the dept of what you've lost and I can't imagine how you feel. it doesn't matter if anyone sees you soar, I know we all crave recognition but if you know you are then that's the greatest asset to have.

You are alright and you need to keep telling that to yourself. We are creatures of the mind and we sit and ponder and we think about the things that hurt us most but if we spend some of that time thinking how we soar then these other moments might seem smaller and insignificant.

sorry for rambling in your space, I wanted to make you feel better :)

Keep soaring higher, you have just touched the tip of the iceberg

:rose:

I like your rambling, and will try my best to continue revealing the ice under the surface... may be as slow as glacial advancement sometimes, but I like to think it’s worth the wait.

that's art, erotic art... well done

Possibly one of the best kinds of art. Thank you.

What a beautiful shot. Simply gorgeous, Moochie! :kiss::rose:

Glad you like it. :rose:

That’s an awesome pic, Moochie. :) beautiful

*blush* That means so much from you (you’ve got some of the best pic threads EVAR!). Thank you.

I hope my beard didn’t tickle your lips too much.

I’m not going to wash my face for a while now, to savour your kiss.:rose::kiss:

I can deal with a little beard burn. *wink*
 
Hodgepodge.
My word.
An amalgamation.
I am more.
Want more.
Need more.

To breathe you in...
...and out again.

That was...
So many things.
But mostly
Exactly what I needed
To make sense
Of my gallimaufry.

To feel your touch...
...and kisses upon my skin.

That is...
So many feelings.
But mostly
Exactly how we needed
To feel each other
Amidst my patchwork.

Gallimaufry is a perfect word for the condition I feel in today, as always the words paint such pictures :rose:
 
Gallimaufry is a perfect word for the condition I feel in today, as always the words paint such pictures :rose:

It is one of those fun words with specific use. Sorry to hear you’re feeling a bit of a jumble, though. I saw you drank a bit too much last night... I haven’t had a hangover in 10 years, but I still remember that feeling and am empathetic. :rose:
 
Every once-in-a-while I like to sneak some in... glad you liked it.

Sneak some in as often as you like, I have done so myself in the past and always enjoy discovering things that are new to me :)

It is one of those fun words with specific use. Sorry to hear you’re feeling a bit of a jumble, though. I saw you drank a bit too much last night... I haven’t had a hangover in 10 years, but I still remember that feeling and am empathetic. :rose:

Yeah, well don't give me any sympathy, it was self inflicted and I deserve the regret :eek:
On second thoughts sympathy is good, I will take it :D :rose:
 
Apparently I am very easily pleased because I have the biggest grin on my face right now and my day has been made... all due to the fact that You’re next to me again.

You make me so happy.

💜
 
This is not a black and white world.

If I told you she was your mother
We could analyse the situation and be gone
If I said you ought to give her
Some of your water
Your eyes would light up like the dawn

The perception that divides you from her
Is a lie
For some reason you never asked why
This is not a black and white world
You can't afford to believe in your side
This is not a black and white world
To be alive
I say the colours must swirl
And I believe
That maybe today
We will all get to appreciate
Yes we will all get to appreciate

The beauty of gray
The beauty of gray
The beauty of gray.

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There is something about a world in colours...
And also something special about the simplicity and beauty of gray.

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If I told you she was your mother
We could analyse the situation and be gone
If I said you ought to give her
Some of your water
Your eyes would light up like the dawn

The perception that divides you from her
Is a lie
For some reason you never asked why
This is not a black and white world
You can't afford to believe in your side
This is not a black and white world
To be alive
I say the colours must swirl
And I believe
That maybe today
We will all get to appreciate
Yes we will all get to appreciate

The beauty of gray
The beauty of gray
The beauty of gray.

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There is something about a world in colours...
And also something special about the simplicity and beauty of gray.

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Loggins and Messina plus the deliciousness of your body in colour and grey, The world has taken on a particularly wonderful hue this evening :heart:

Also so pleased to read of your happiness :rose::rose:
 
I used to think that the creation of a piece of physical art was the highest of accomplishment. To be able to point to something, painting, drawing, sculpture, and be able to say ‘I did that.’ I still think them important, but it is the pieces that really make me think... the ones that draw me in and leave me staring and wracking my mind for meaning... the ones that make me want to create myself that are the most artistic.

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Gorgeous artistic and tender x
 
Apparently I am very easily pleased because I have the biggest grin on my face right now and my day has been made... all due to the fact that You’re next to me again.

You make me so happy.

💜

wait what - is you a ghost cause i cant see you next to me :D
 
Thoughts as I try to sleep just one more hour...

Exposed
Helpless here.
My soft belly full of scratches from the claws
Which have ravaged across me
Pillaging my comfort
And never asking for forgiveness.

This pain isn’t cathartic
It feels the opposite: oppressive...
Spaces no longer safe to visit
People no longer safe to talk to
Tender souls
Who will follow such empty charisma.

Perhaps I’ve missed a saving throw?
Should I even bother to cast my die again?
Perhaps so...
I’m not so easily fooled now, even if I show a bit of weakness.
Once.
Twice.
Never again.

It isn’t me who is at fault
So why do I still feel a squeeze to leave?

I’m not helpless
Not anymore.
No longer silent.
Maybe I never was...
In my way, I speak louder than the smack of an axe as it splits the tinder.

I am strong.
I am powerful.
I am a forceful storm that will sweep across the land and make reflective puddles
No one wants to step in
For fear of being swallowed
By my depths.

Now I will rest my head on His shoulder again.
Dream of His hand in mine
And just breathe in
and out
Slowly.
 
I used to think that the creation of a piece of physical art was the highest of accomplishment. To be able to point to something, painting, drawing, sculpture, and be able to say ‘I did that.’ I still think them important, but it is the pieces that really make me think... the ones that draw me in and leave me staring and wracking my mind for meaning... the ones that make me want to create myself that are the most artistic.

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I think I'm ready for that towel you mentioned...…..:)
 
If I told you she was your mother
We could analyse the situation and be gone
If I said you ought to give her
Some of your water
Your eyes would light up like the dawn

The perception that divides you from her
Is a lie
For some reason you never asked why
This is not a black and white world
You can't afford to believe in your side
This is not a black and white world
To be alive
I say the colours must swirl
And I believe
That maybe today
We will all get to appreciate
Yes we will all get to appreciate

The beauty of gray
The beauty of gray
The beauty of gray.

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There is something about a world in colours...
And also something special about the simplicity and beauty of gray.

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I have been living the last week very down and out, in the gray as it were. You always have such a way with words, that I feel drawn to. You are an absolutely amazing woman, and the world is full of dulls and grey's without you.

Yeah... I need a break.
Even just for a bit.
Peace out, Lit.

Sad to read this, but you need to do you. You need to be in a place you feel comfortable being here. Sharing, receiving compliments and admiration, and knowing that many here do care about you. I hope you get the break you deserve. You will be missed while gone... especially by me.
((HUGGLES))
:rose::kiss:
 
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