Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

[Moochienanu]

A thought for the week’s middle, beginning, and end.

I miss you.

 

[menoone]

A thought for the week’s middle, beginning, and end.

I miss you.

You are missed as well. Thanks for sharing that song.

 

[TANSTAAFL58]

A thought for the week’s middle, beginning, and end.

I miss you.

I picked a good day to stop by. I hope you are doing well. I miss you as well.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

A thought for the week’s middle, beginning, and end.

I miss you.

Thank you for sharing a beautiful song. I hope you are well.

 

[hairball18]

A thought for the week’s middle, beginning, and end.

I miss you.

We certainly do miss you lovely lady.

 

[Mooface]

A thought for the week’s middle, beginning, and end.

I miss you.

miss you and your wonderful post as well

 

[dd_cola]

A thought for the week’s middle, beginning, and end.

I miss you.

Miss you... hope doing well.

 

[obladi]

A thought for the week’s middle, beginning, and end.

I miss you.

I have been wondering about you ever since you left last. That you showed up again, is a wonderful thing for all. Please check in a little more. You images are wonderful, but you prose is even better. Miss you more.

 

[Moochienanu]

The second time I saw you

The car was parked in the lot where the others thinned out.
Your engine ticked as it cooled
Like unfinished thoughts floating past.

Inside the car
the air was close,
shared,
breathing us back.

You reached first -
not boldly,
not innocently -
your fingers sliding into my hair
as if testing whether it was real.
My mouth found yours
with the urgency of something borrowed,
something that had to be returned untouched
and never would be
again.

Your hand moved down,
slow enough to stop at any moment,
slow enough that I felt each inch
as a decision.

We were careful and reckless at once—
kissing like we were memorizing,
like this was evidence
and we meant to destroy it.

Your palm at my waist,
under fabric,
heat against heat.
The sounds we made -
as quiet as possible -
were savored and kept for future.
Every brush of skin
felt amplified beyond anything else.

A passing car moved close to ours
and we stilled,
foreheads pressed together,
breathing each other’s breath
like conspirators.

I felt the outline of your want
against my thigh.
you felt mine
with a glide of fingertips
and a whimper.

We did not go as far as we could have.
That was part of the danger.
Part of the hunger.

When we finally separated,
our mouths swollen,
clothes disheveled,
we sat together in the quiet
with hands still tangled
as if untangling them
would make this more real.

Outside, the world remained intact.
Inside, we had already crossed a line
that no map would show.

 

[menoone]

The second time I saw you

The car was parked in the lot where the others thinned out.
Your engine ticked as it cooled
Like unfinished thoughts floating past.

Inside the car
the air was close,
shared,
breathing us back.

You reached first -
not boldly,
not innocently -
your fingers sliding into my hair
as if testing whether it was real.
My mouth found yours
with the urgency of something borrowed,
something that had to be returned untouched
and never would be
again.

Your hand moved down,
slow enough to stop at any moment,
slow enough that I felt each inch
as a decision.

We were careful and reckless at once—
kissing like we were memorizing,
like this was evidence
and we meant to destroy it.

Your palm at my waist,
under fabric,
heat against heat.
The sounds we made -
as quiet as possible -
were savored and kept for future.
Every brush of skin
felt amplified beyond anything else.

A passing car moved close to ours
and we stilled,
foreheads pressed together,
breathing each other’s breath
like conspirators.

I felt the outline of your want
against my thigh.
you felt mine
with a glide of fingertips
and a whimper.

We did not go as far as we could have.
That was part of the danger.
Part of the hunger.

When we finally separated,
our mouths swollen,
clothes disheveled,
we sat together in the quiet
with hands still tangled
as if untangling them
would make this more real.

Outside, the world remained intact.
Inside, we had already crossed a line
that no map would show.

"Not boldly,/Not innocently" are words that struck home in a lovely way. Of course, everything in this poem is beautifully charged. To lines crossed.

 

[Fred6969]

The second time I saw you

The car was parked in the lot where the others thinned out.
Your engine ticked as it cooled
Like unfinished thoughts floating past.

Inside the car
the air was close,
shared,
breathing us back.

You reached first -
not boldly,
not innocently -
your fingers sliding into my hair
as if testing whether it was real.
My mouth found yours
with the urgency of something borrowed,
something that had to be returned untouched
and never would be
again.

Your hand moved down,
slow enough to stop at any moment,
slow enough that I felt each inch
as a decision.

We were careful and reckless at once—
kissing like we were memorizing,
like this was evidence
and we meant to destroy it.

Your palm at my waist,
under fabric,
heat against heat.
The sounds we made -
as quiet as possible -
were savored and kept for future.
Every brush of skin
felt amplified beyond anything else.

A passing car moved close to ours
and we stilled,
foreheads pressed together,
breathing each other’s breath
like conspirators.

I felt the outline of your want
against my thigh.
you felt mine
with a glide of fingertips
and a whimper.

We did not go as far as we could have.
That was part of the danger.
Part of the hunger.

When we finally separated,
our mouths swollen,
clothes disheveled,
we sat together in the quiet
with hands still tangled
as if untangling them
would make this more real.

Outside, the world remained intact.
Inside, we had already crossed a line
that no map would show.

Very nice Moochie!! Makes me want to go for a ride…

 

[Azuldrgon]

The second time I saw you

The car was parked in the lot where the others thinned out.
Your engine ticked as it cooled
Like unfinished thoughts floating past.

Inside the car
the air was close,
shared,
breathing us back.

You reached first -
not boldly,
not innocently -
your fingers sliding into my hair
as if testing whether it was real.
My mouth found yours
with the urgency of something borrowed,
something that had to be returned untouched
and never would be
again.

Your hand moved down,
slow enough to stop at any moment,
slow enough that I felt each inch
as a decision.

We were careful and reckless at once—
kissing like we were memorizing,
like this was evidence
and we meant to destroy it.

Your palm at my waist,
under fabric,
heat against heat.
The sounds we made -
as quiet as possible -
were savored and kept for future.
Every brush of skin
felt amplified beyond anything else.

A passing car moved close to ours
and we stilled,
foreheads pressed together,
breathing each other’s breath
like conspirators.

I felt the outline of your want
against my thigh.
you felt mine
with a glide of fingertips
and a whimper.

We did not go as far as we could have.
That was part of the danger.
Part of the hunger.

When we finally separated,
our mouths swollen,
clothes disheveled,
we sat together in the quiet
with hands still tangled
as if untangling them
would make this more real.

Outside, the world remained intact.
Inside, we had already crossed a line
that no map would show.

I wish there was a flame emoji for this one.
Very well done.

 

[grumpyoldperv]

Beautifully written. Great to anything from you, Moochie.

 

[dd_cola]

The second time I saw you

The car was parked in the lot where the others thinned out.
Your engine ticked as it cooled
Like unfinished thoughts floating past.

Inside the car
the air was close,
shared,
breathing us back.

You reached first -
not boldly,
not innocently -
your fingers sliding into my hair
as if testing whether it was real.
My mouth found yours
with the urgency of something borrowed,
something that had to be returned untouched
and never would be
again.

Your hand moved down,
slow enough to stop at any moment,
slow enough that I felt each inch
as a decision.

We were careful and reckless at once—
kissing like we were memorizing,
like this was evidence
and we meant to destroy it.

Your palm at my waist,
under fabric,
heat against heat.
The sounds we made -
as quiet as possible -
were savored and kept for future.
Every brush of skin
felt amplified beyond anything else.

A passing car moved close to ours
and we stilled,
foreheads pressed together,
breathing each other’s breath
like conspirators.

I felt the outline of your want
against my thigh.
you felt mine
with a glide of fingertips
and a whimper.

We did not go as far as we could have.
That was part of the danger.
Part of the hunger.

When we finally separated,
our mouths swollen,
clothes disheveled,
we sat together in the quiet
with hands still tangled
as if untangling them
would make this more real.

Outside, the world remained intact.
Inside, we had already crossed a line
that no map would show.

Very nice. Something about the danger of fun in a car that heightens the experience...

 

[Todger65]

The second time I saw you

The car was parked in the lot where the others thinned out.
Your engine ticked as it cooled
Like unfinished thoughts floating past.

Inside the car
the air was close,
shared,
breathing us back.

You reached first -
not boldly,
not innocently -
your fingers sliding into my hair
as if testing whether it was real.
My mouth found yours
with the urgency of something borrowed,
something that had to be returned untouched
and never would be
again.

Your hand moved down,
slow enough to stop at any moment,
slow enough that I felt each inch
as a decision.

We were careful and reckless at once—
kissing like we were memorizing,
like this was evidence
and we meant to destroy it.

Your palm at my waist,
under fabric,
heat against heat.
The sounds we made -
as quiet as possible -
were savored and kept for future.
Every brush of skin
felt amplified beyond anything else.

A passing car moved close to ours
and we stilled,
foreheads pressed together,
breathing each other’s breath
like conspirators.

I felt the outline of your want
against my thigh.
you felt mine
with a glide of fingertips
and a whimper.

We did not go as far as we could have.
That was part of the danger.
Part of the hunger.

When we finally separated,
our mouths swollen,
clothes disheveled,
we sat together in the quiet
with hands still tangled
as if untangling them
would make this more real.

Outside, the world remained intact.
Inside, we had already crossed a line
that no map would show.

Delightful.

 

[alexgriffin74]

The second time I saw you

The car was parked in the lot where the others thinned out.
Your engine ticked as it cooled
Like unfinished thoughts floating past.

Inside the car
the air was close,
shared,
breathing us back.

You reached first -
not boldly,
not innocently -
your fingers sliding into my hair
as if testing whether it was real.
My mouth found yours
with the urgency of something borrowed,
something that had to be returned untouched
and never would be
again.

Your hand moved down,
slow enough to stop at any moment,
slow enough that I felt each inch
as a decision.

We were careful and reckless at once—
kissing like we were memorizing,
like this was evidence
and we meant to destroy it.

Your palm at my waist,
under fabric,
heat against heat.
The sounds we made -
as quiet as possible -
were savored and kept for future.
Every brush of skin
felt amplified beyond anything else.

A passing car moved close to ours
and we stilled,
foreheads pressed together,
breathing each other’s breath
like conspirators.

I felt the outline of your want
against my thigh.
you felt mine
with a glide of fingertips
and a whimper.

We did not go as far as we could have.
That was part of the danger.
Part of the hunger.

When we finally separated,
our mouths swollen,
clothes disheveled,
we sat together in the quiet
with hands still tangled
as if untangling them
would make this more real.

Outside, the world remained intact.
Inside, we had already crossed a line
that no map would show.

Wow! Brava!

 

[mackkjackk]

hello my long lost friend - so lovely to come back here and see you when we cross paths

 

[Awaywego]

The second time I saw you

The car was parked in the lot where the others thinned out.
Your engine ticked as it cooled
Like unfinished thoughts floating past.

Inside the car
the air was close,
shared,
breathing us back.

You reached first -
not boldly,
not innocently -
your fingers sliding into my hair
as if testing whether it was real.
My mouth found yours
with the urgency of something borrowed,
something that had to be returned untouched
and never would be
again.

Your hand moved down,
slow enough to stop at any moment,
slow enough that I felt each inch
as a decision.

We were careful and reckless at once—
kissing like we were memorizing,
like this was evidence
and we meant to destroy it.

Your palm at my waist,
under fabric,
heat against heat.
The sounds we made -
as quiet as possible -
were savored and kept for future.
Every brush of skin
felt amplified beyond anything else.

A passing car moved close to ours
and we stilled,
foreheads pressed together,
breathing each other’s breath
like conspirators.

I felt the outline of your want
against my thigh.
you felt mine
with a glide of fingertips
and a whimper.

We did not go as far as we could have.
That was part of the danger.
Part of the hunger.

When we finally separated,
our mouths swollen,
clothes disheveled,
we sat together in the quiet
with hands still tangled
as if untangling them
would make this more real.

Outside, the world remained intact.
Inside, we had already crossed a line
that no map would show.

Catching up, good to see you, Moochie! Those words are smokin' and I can't stop looking at the colors in the pic.