Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

I want to be held
Have my ear to your chest
Hear your body close
Your hands, arms
Wrap around my little frame
Pull me closer
Breathe me in
And let me sigh.
Stay there with me
Together again
A wetness on your shirt, my cheek
Bubbling feelings surface
Need, want, adoration, hunger
All consumed by the soundtrack
Of your heart beating
So near
And the soft kiss
Placed with care upon my forehead
As I curl into your lap.

Excellent words, making it very clear what is needed.

I love the woven bra and flower suspenders. Very cleverly done.
 
That is beautiful (words and pic) :rose:

Thank you, sweet Dragon. 💜

Amazing work!

That’s very kind of you to say, I’m glad you think so. :D

Excellent words, making it very clear what is needed.

I love the woven bra and flower suspenders. Very cleverly done.

Needed, wanted, craved... so many things.

The rope flower garters were an addition at the end when I had two very long ends left after finishing the top. It all was pretty much from my brain, so I just kept going with it. I am not 100% happy with how the whole thing looks, but I will attempt something similar again for sure because the chest squeeze felt very good.
 
I had a job once where I had to secure product with a slipknot.

Three and a half years I did this job.

I would stand there staring at this rope for several minutes sometimes. Confused.
 
Veins of light, like electrical kintsugi
Flew from above
Stitching pieces of our sky together
Blinking into existence for only a moment,
Then gone
Never seen again.

The rumble came after a count of two
And shook the world
Shivers through the earth’s crust
A waking start
Leaving the after-effects to hum
Deep within the heart.

Image removed 3/14/22
 
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Veins of light, like electrical kintsugi
Flew from above
Stitching pieces of our sky together
Blinking into existence for only a moment,
Then gone
Never seen again.

The rumble came after a count of two
And shook the world
Shivers through the earth’s crust
A waking start
Leaving the after-effects to hum
Deep within the heart.

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A description of ‘La petite mort’

Love the dinosaur print knickers.
 
I love the colors and playful stance.

It looks a lot like how I think happiness feel.
 
Veins of light, like electrical kintsugi
Flew from above
Stitching pieces of our sky together
Blinking into existence for only a moment,
Then gone
Never seen again.

The rumble came after a count of two
And shook the world
Shivers through the earth’s crust
A waking start
Leaving the after-effects to hum
Deep within the heart.

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Poem and pic.... both gorgeous
 
Anticipating thunder...

It comes, you just have to be patient (...says the impatient little with a history of tantrums for things not going fast enough).

A description of ‘La petite mort’

Love the dinosaur print knickers.

Dinosaurs are cool already, add in the colourfulness of these and I couldn’t resist. :D

I love the colors and playful stance.

It looks a lot like how I think happiness feels.

You should touch me and see how I really feel.

Poem and pic.... both gorgeous

Thank you. 🌷
 
Veins of light, like electrical kintsugi
Flew from above
Stitching pieces of our sky together
Blinking into existence for only a moment,
Then gone
Never seen again.

The rumble came after a count of two
And shook the world
Shivers through the earth’s crust
A waking start
Leaving the after-effects to hum
Deep within the heart.

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I would never have guessed you were an impatient person with a history of tantrums. Everything about this photo is well thought out and composed. Beautiful work. Is it therapy, just fun, or both?
 
I would never have guessed you were an impatient person with a history of tantrums. Everything about this photo is well thought out and composed. Beautiful work. Is it therapy, just fun, or both?

I am patient when I have to be... *breaks the third wall and looks at You* ...but I am not known for my patience or easy inconsequential decision-making.

I am guessing you mean the rope when you ask your question? It is, well... a main part of me now, I guess. I like how it can change my mood and make me feel things I have a difficult time feeling otherwise. I can feel sexy in rope. I can feel powerful in rope. I can feel little in rope. I can feel happy in rope. I can feel comforted in rope... I am always exploring. This particular tie is called a lightning harness, so I felt it went with the poem I had written.
 
Veins of light, like electrical kintsugi
Flew from above
Stitching pieces of our sky together
Blinking into existence for only a moment,
Then gone
Never seen again.

The rumble came after a count of two
And shook the world
Shivers through the earth’s crust
A waking start
Leaving the after-effects to hum
Deep within the heart.

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Lightning 2 miles away?

The Jurassic park would be a fun place to visit. Set the V-Rex free! ;)
 
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Lightning 2 miles away?

The Jurassic park would be a fun place to visit. Set the V-Rex free! ;)

Or is it lightning at your fingertips?

Jurassic Park is one of my favorite books and the movies make me smile. With that, I would think you would prefer this monster safely behind the electrical fence! 🦖 ;)
 
Someone told me recently that I am too verbose,
That I could be even more concise in my poetry,
Removing excess will give the imagery more impact...

Should I find the inner editor in me,
Or will that leave me less understood?

Experimentation is obviously needed...
For science!
 
You should just have somebody else write your poetry for you. That way the style and form can be easily changed.

I mean, they are your words, so the last thing you’d want is for them to sound like you.
 
Someone told me recently that I am too verbose,
That someone could be regarded to be a bit cheeky, your thread has variety, and they can always do a little bit of scan reading.
your prose I believe is aimed at one individual and we have the priviledge as onlookers.
I like your Jurassic knickers, and I look forward to the rope work, roughly how long did it take you?
 
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I am patient when I have to be... *breaks the third wall and looks at You* ...but I am not known for my patience or easy inconsequential decision-making.

I am guessing you mean the rope when you ask your question? It is, well... a main part of me now, I guess. I like how it can change my mood and make me feel things I have a difficult time feeling otherwise. I can feel sexy in rope. I can feel powerful in rope. I can feel little in rope. I can feel happy in rope. I can feel comforted in rope... I am always exploring. This particular tie is called a lightning harness, so I felt it went with the poem I had written.
Yes, I meant the rope. I see how it ties into your poem. Very nice work, image and poem.
 
You should just have somebody else write your poetry for you. That way the style and form can be easily changed.

I mean, they are your words, so the last thing you’d want is for them to sound like you.

This is why I like you so much, isn’t it?
 
Someone told me recently that I am too verbose,
That someone could be regarded to be a bit cheeky, your thread has variety, and they can always do a little bit of scan reading.
your prose I believe is aimed at one individual and we have the priviledge as onlookers.
I like your Jurassic knickers, and I look forward to the rope work, roughly how long did it take you?

I think they were trying to give me what they thought was helpful criticism, so I didn’t take it too negatively.
My prose has targets and I like to think it is mainly for me to get my thoughts out about things...
I’ve had these knickers for a while and just don’t wear them for pics much... not sure why, because I like them and they’re so comfy! 🦕
This is called a lightning harness because of the shape it makes in the front and the ease of application/removal. It took less than five minutes to tie and less to remove (you simply pull the end and it comes apart!).
 
For all of it

I wish for the closeness
For the non-stop touching
For the press and
For the yes, don’t stop.

I yearn for the claiming
For the hand falls
For the growling and
For the biting down hard.

I long for the soft sighs
For the sounds
For the groan and
For the way you tell me.

I ache for the kisses
For the first
For the last and
For each one in between.

I live for the always
For the knowing
For the calm excitement and
For the way you hold me.

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I wish for the closeness
For the non-stop touching
For the press and
For the yes, don’t stop.

I yearn for the claiming
For the hand falls
For the growling and
For the biting down hard.

I long for the soft sighs
For the sounds
For the groan and
For the way you tell me.

I ache for the kisses
For the first
For the last and
For each one in between.

I live for the always
For the knowing
For the calm excitement and
For the way you hold me.

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Well said. Lovely picture.
 
Veins of light, like electrical kintsugi
Flew from above
Stitching pieces of our sky together
Blinking into existence for only a moment,
Then gone
Never seen again.

The rumble came after a count of two
And shook the world
Shivers through the earth’s crust
A waking start
Leaving the after-effects to hum
Deep within the heart.

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Love the colours and matching with the shirt. The ropes, climbing your body in a mulicoloured Jacob's Ladder. Beautifully constructed.
 
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