Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

falling apart
is probably part of grad school
like the ink wasted on printing syllabi
or the hours of study fueled
by gallons of coffee -
the bottom of a pot
left on the burner longer than it should -
dehydrated to the point where
even the addition of packets of sweetener
can’t seem to brighten the bitterness
of that lost moment
 

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falling apart
is probably part of grad school
like the ink wasted on printing syllabi
or the hours of study fueled
by gallons of coffee -
the bottom of a pot
left on the burner longer than it should -
dehydrated to the point where
even the addition of packets of sweetener
can’t seem to brighten the bitterness
of that lost moment
The depth of red in the picture, and the depth of thought in the words…
 
falling apart
is probably part of grad school
like the ink wasted on printing syllabi
or the hours of study fueled
by gallons of coffee -
the bottom of a pot
left on the burner longer than it should -
dehydrated to the point where
even the addition of packets of sweetener
can’t seem to brighten the bitterness
of that lost moment
Your words harness and project the exhaustion you feel. I love them. I also love the visual texture, depth, and color of the photograph. You capture yourself visually and in script quite well.
 
falling apart
is probably part of grad school
like the ink wasted on printing syllabi
or the hours of study fueled
by gallons of coffee -
the bottom of a pot
left on the burner longer than it should -
dehydrated to the point where
even the addition of packets of sweetener
can’t seem to brighten the bitterness
of that lost moment
Oversteeped and burnt out... not a fun situation. I hope that you find rest and new moments in the near future.
 
falling apart
is probably part of grad school
like the ink wasted on printing syllabi
or the hours of study fueled
by gallons of coffee -
the bottom of a pot
left on the burner longer than it should -
dehydrated to the point where
even the addition of packets of sweetener
can’t seem to brighten the bitterness
of that lost moment
Beautiful. All of it.
 
New here and poking around. Came across your thread. What raw thrilling ride! Wonderful, simply wonderful.
Hope you don't mind my intrusion.
Thank you.
 
falling apart
is probably part of grad school
like the ink wasted on printing syllabi
or the hours of study fueled
by gallons of coffee -
the bottom of a pot
left on the burner longer than it should -
dehydrated to the point where
even the addition of packets of sweetener
can’t seem to brighten the bitterness
of that lost moment
Just beautiful and sexy
 
His hands drive me wild

the look of them -
fingers with pads
roughened with time
and use

because he uses those hands
and those fingers
palming me
as he would a fruit
losing himself in my feel
meant
for savoring

A toy needing to be played with
needing to be explored
with those hands
that sit across from me
as I sip my coffee
wanting nothing more
than to feel him

His fingers roaming over my slit
until the dampness
coats us both
and the taste of need

Is in each kiss
 

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His hands drive me wild

the look of them -
fingers with pads
roughened with time
and use

because he uses those hands
and those fingers
palming me
as he would a fruit
losing himself in my feel
meant
for savoring

A toy needing to be played with
needing to be explored
with those hands
that sit across from me
as I sip my coffee
wanting nothing more
than to feel him

His fingers roaming over my slit
until the dampness
coats us both
and the taste of need

Is in each kiss

Words are just words until put together to spell out what is on a persons mind. I like what is on your mind at the moment!

By the way, the picture only complements the words!

Very beautiful!
 
His hands drive me wild

the look of them -
fingers with pads
roughened with time
and use

because he uses those hands
and those fingers
palming me
as he would a fruit
losing himself in my feel
meant
for savoring

A toy needing to be played with
needing to be explored
with those hands
that sit across from me
as I sip my coffee
wanting nothing more
than to feel him

His fingers roaming over my slit
until the dampness
coats us both
and the taste of need

Is in each kiss
WOW
 
His hands drive me wild

the look of them -
fingers with pads
roughened with time
and use

because he uses those hands
and those fingers
palming me
as he would a fruit
losing himself in my feel
meant
for savoring

A toy needing to be played with
needing to be explored
with those hands
that sit across from me
as I sip my coffee
wanting nothing more
than to feel him

His fingers roaming over my slit
until the dampness
coats us both
and the taste of need

Is in each kiss
Nice keepcup 👌
 
His hands drive me wild

the look of them -
fingers with pads
roughened with time
and use

because he uses those hands
and those fingers
palming me
as he would a fruit
losing himself in my feel
meant
for savoring

A toy needing to be played with
needing to be explored
with those hands
that sit across from me
as I sip my coffee
wanting nothing more
than to feel him

His fingers roaming over my slit
until the dampness
coats us both
and the taste of need

Is in each kiss
Your words are as delicious as you are.❤
 
I want to be where you are
To be in on the story
To chat with you about her
Or him.

I want to know what it would be like
To feel your heartbeat
My hand running through the hair on your chest
Kissing your collar bone
Feeling your breath.

I need to feel your lips
I’ve dreamt over and over
Of them
How your hands hold my wrists
And you kiss me
With such passion
That I melt.

I miss you
And need your words.

Even when the world
Feels empty
You fill mine.
 

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I want to be where you are
To be in on the story
To chat with you about her
Or him.

I want to know what it would be like
To feel your heartbeat
My hand running through the hair on your chest
Kissing your collar bone
Feeling your breath.

I need to feel your lips
I’ve dreamt over and over
Of them
How your hands hold my wrists
And you kiss me
With such passion
That I melt.

I miss you
And need your words.

Even when the world
Feels empty
You fill mine.
Very hot and very sexy!
 
I want to be where you are
To be in on the story
To chat with you about her
Or him.

I want to know what it would be like
To feel your heartbeat
My hand running through the hair on your chest
Kissing your collar bone
Feeling your breath.

I need to feel your lips
I’ve dreamt over and over
Of them
How your hands hold my wrists
And you kiss me
With such passion
That I melt.

I miss you
And need your words.

Even when the world
Feels empty
You fill mine.
I know this feeling so well. Thank you for giving it such perfect words, my beautiful friend. 🌷💜🌷
 
I want to be where you are
To be in on the story
To chat with you about her
Or him.

I want to know what it would be like
To feel your heartbeat
My hand running through the hair on your chest
Kissing your collar bone
Feeling your breath.

I need to feel your lips
I’ve dreamt over and over
Of them
How your hands hold my wrists
And you kiss me
With such passion
That I melt.

I miss you
And need your words.

Even when the world
Feels empty
You fill mine.
You're always so desirous in your picture postings. And isn't the toil of being human always yearning for our heart's desire? ❤️😘
 
I just need to feel you
Your presence lifting me
Your voice penetrating every inch of me
Your words coating my brain
As I sink deeper
Into this bliss
Of being caught
In your net.
Somehow I missed the notification for the past few posts. All of them are lovely but this one... well... aural pleasures are divine and they can definitely strike a wonderful chord. Whispering, moaning, gasping... holding tight... a lovely net indeed.
 
Still looking great, Moochie!

Thanks FAS. Missed those forearms around here! 😉

Sensual and beautiful

Very kind of you, S&d. 🌷

Delicious

Such a wonderful descriptive. 🌷

Beautiful words and image, Moochie .

Thank you, dd. 🌷

Somehow I missed the notification for the past few posts. All of them are lovely but this one... well... aural pleasures are divine and they can definitely strike a wonderful chord. Whispering, moaning, gasping... holding tight... a lovely net indeed.

There is something about a voice that simply drives me insane with lust. 🌷
 
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