Nocturnal deluge

Hiya, lovies. Quick note before I dash off to an art opening.

Do women have wet dreams? I've had many sexual romps in the bush and ball of my delectable fantasies, been in and out, up and down, round and round the bend in dreamland, and yet never in my life awoken wet as a slobbering tongue. Until last night that is....

Wanna some more? Hmmm, me too.

raPtURE

In

a dusty book without numbered pages
vibrant images of a vestal sedition
the seductive secant lies like a whispering dervish
my circle will eventually lead to the end

the cover entices you to pursue the story
with slight exhilaration, the urge to dive in
yet to do so makes you a permanent member
an unaware author
the protagonist in that instant
like a mirror in which you discover yourself

to confide is to hope
and hope is divine
Heaven is desire, which is conflict and passion
passion is where light and dark coincide
tapestries woven in chronic emotion

a shadow that inspirits, undulating and true
chapters as milestones in fused evolution
the knowledge we seek in all of our travels
beautifully bound within the fable we teach

you touch the pages, it comes to life
decipher the meaning in between the lines
the driving force and integrant lessons
what will you take & what will you leave?
when curiosity killed the cat
a phoenix was born from a really good read

shot 'n the dark

NORTHCROSS TC 8/11. 6:20pm You: red skirt, sandals, freckles, on cell phone to avoid homeless guy. Me: gray tee, glasses, with sister musing over schedule. I left on 325. Are you single?

Homeless, single, musing, avoid...I'm hot already!!

deliQUEsce

The trouble

You know your favorite necklace, the one that is so delicate it knots up in between wearings, thrown in with your other jewelry it dances about and folds in on itself. As you go blind trying to free the entanglements you wonder if it's really worth it to put on such a beautiful thing.

K asked me if I would do it over again, us. I answered with an emphatic yes.

edit: I was delighted to have the love of this man, our tangles et al. Now, if I can just explain that to my insatiable mouth...she's missing her pretty cock.

Confessions, part one

Now that we're building trust, dear readers, I can tell you....

I have a glass eye, an invisible club foot, a third nipple (just removed last week), an outrageously slow heart beat, water on the brain, gangrene, three tic tacs, and a scorching case of the heebygeebies.

Whew, man, it just feels good to share. Aw shit, I'm a naughty liar, only one of those is true.

My heart beats 38 per/min.

As a child my dream was to be an aganippide: a strange mixture of Terpsichore and Thalia. A shadow and myth. I worship at the altar of mystery, how the essense of WOMAN can wrap around MAN until the inevitable climax of inspiration. A spiritual fuck.

K left me today and while my feminine wiles are cut at the quick, my wit, darlings, is sharp as ever. Love may be fleeting, but its impression forever more.

To all those out there feeling that universal ache...fuck on!

superNOVAsky

Fences

so you ask, what is this happily ever after shit?

and who am I?
some simple girl with a constant smile
why, I am the flirt breeze sAILING the brave of the tranquil dance on a tidal wave
bringing it on back to real time, I say
LOSS is all around us, you say
within the man on the corner who catches your eye for some change
scRUFfy coat and face that casts a sLIGHT shadow of shame
and so, what is this happily ever after shit?

take it out of the box we've created, I say
brEAThe out the past and time in space
which is no more than an illUSion
hidden by a bad name
what hand-me-down memory created this bLAME?
so I sing, the blues, man, the blues
'cuz I feel that hurt dOWN to the sole of my shoes
a slap-happy white girl
in the ghetto
without a fucking clue
sTILL you ask, what is this happily ever after shit?

When few can be tRUE
we accept the pain
cover the lies
and live pretend lives
where it's MUST SEE TV
cook outs by the church hall
a bit of liquor on the side with a splash of denial

when few can be true
to themselves first of all
then go on and check out the writing on the wall
black and wHITe and old faded glory
huMAN kind suffers from being in too much of a hurry
slow the pace down
and SEE
your neighbor
your lOVER
your son
the concrete and steel
the bad right and the good wrong
yes, a simple smile and heartFELT song
I am the flirt breeze sailing the brave of the tranquil dance on a tidal wave
bringing it on back to real time, I say
and this joy & forever is nothing more than a felicitous fall

Antwerp graffiti

All cell phones must die

Early AM again, and more phone calls. This time I'm in a deep sleep after a late night of wondering where my love went so wrong. OH yeah.

LOVE. What humans will do for this four letter word, and have no doubts, my dears, it's a doozy. My 21-year old sister just moved here from VA and cannot be alone in her house. 15 missed calls blink on my cell as I finally drag my sorry ass outta bed:

Ring, ring "Hello?"

"Hey, A, it's me. Did your furniture get in?" I slump in the easy chair and close my eyes. Sleepwalking counts as good quality shuteye by sluts and doctors alike.

My sister sighs. "Uh, no...."

Okay.... *one eye opens* "Are you scared and need me to come over right away?"

She signs again, this time more of a laugh. "Uh, yeah...."

I'm related to Beavis. "Righto, be there in 30."

Well, lovies, before I can get out the door, K calls me. Jesus!

"Whatcha doing?"

Playing a severe game of drag ass, and you? "Going over to A's...her hubbies at work and she's freakin'."

Pause, as he is taking care of more important things, obviOusly. "Cool, cool. So when can I see you?"

Ugh! -- Now, readers don't get me wrong, I LoVe K and want to rip off his shirt and sit on his face more than anything right at this moment -- however: "Well, I'm on E, I haven't run in five days, my clothes are at C's where I should be finishing my laundry, the only food I have in my house is stale gummy bears and half a Maibock Lager, my dogs givin' me the stink eye 'cuz I'm about to leave w/out him, I need to work ALL fuckin' day and instead I'm gonna sit in an empty house with my sister and her baby and sing Little Bunny Foo Foo. Which is not so bad when you consider the options."

Pause, more background typing. "Sure, sure. So, I'll see ya later?"

"yeah...."

Love, once more I am your bITCH.

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Upward Mobility

Rub x2

Up at dawn, yogurt in one hand and my cunt in the other, the glow of technology humming as my eyes flit and roll. The sourness of dairy and pungent wetness between my lips paint enticing trails upon my nipples before my finger slides downtown once more -- Xanadu.

Working from home is the shit. Uniform - my black lace panties. Cell phone rings: (7AM and who the fuck is this?)

"Sun, this is James Reed with Environmental Allies returning your call. How are this morning?"

hmmm, good James, very good....

"Fan, James, thanks for giving me a shout." trying to work past the morning fog to remember "um, right...did you have a chance to review the layout for October?" *finger slides deeper*

"Sure, sure. Frannie is sending over the changes for the four-color spread..."

spread, Jesus.

"...and I added more text for the photo descriptions. Should be headed your way this afternoon. Groovy?"

I'm groovin' alright, James. *stiffled laugh, lip bite*

"Yup. I'll have that back to you if there are any questions, otherwise, it's simpatico."

"Great..." longer than natural pause

* sit straight up and blink for a sec* Okay.

"...let me know if I can help out with another issue. Have a good one, Sunshine." and then laughs like most people not comfortable calling me by my full name do.

"Later, James." I click end before he even responds.

Time to get back to work.

Howling

beguile this gem
with your hard, fast pen
then take me
again & again

explain this sanctuary
your beautiful mind
where truth breaks illusion
as memories blind our spark
lost time, eaten away by a moth
dig deeper
past those scattered scars that move toward the heart

toward my lover
my dark cloud of thunder
rattle my windows
shake it free
this aching need
your contentment leads you astray

stir up the wellspring of that provocative ire

Bring IT

Repletion

Last night I was held the way every woman should be. It carried me through the day with a lightness I haven't experienced in quite a while. I am sure the long, hot kiss goodnight didn't hurt....

I was working late, overloaded as always. Why do women take on so fucking much? I am Isis reincarnate...you have need, bring it to me and I write the book.

So, when K comes over and puts his arms around my waist and kisses me in that ever-so-hot way, his eyes suggesting we discover a new form of work in each other, the world melts away and I cum all over him. My dears, the sight of a man sucking a clit is other-worldly, when your eyes connect and he can see your orgasm blooming; stronger than any truth serum. You are naked in a primal way.

TrUe LoVe, fuck be thy name.

9 to 5 gets me wet

A Fine Mess

The glorious peach eater hit a pit and PiSS and VineGar slid down her chin. Weird Al say, 'Eat it', yeah? How 'bout you do it instead.

My life revolves around making spiritual paintings with the mess of the human condition. Now, whether the chaos is revolving into order or spirally into a revolver pointed at my head is entirely up to my mood. The conundrum of PreM has taken left many a scar on my psyche.

On those damned days handholding those who cannot take care of themselves or use any kind of common sense threatens to suck the life out of me. The internal twitch starts at the eye, before workings its way deep, where that scream threatens to escape. Within, daggers of ice short forth to explode inflated heads, outwardly, the cool mask maintains homeostasis -- end result, my bones barely escape obliteration and no one is the wiser.

Grace under pressure? No, babies...ForTITude. Seriously, do you want it done or do you want it Jackie O? Real woman sweat and cum with tears and dirt under their fingernails, a slight knowing grin covering their many secrets.

So, give me your shit, come on. I'll swirl it with my sugar and make it go down real nice.

Sugar on my tongue...a sweet drug

I am a hypochondriac. Well, not really...

Trying to give up sugar is akin to being scalped. You sit with a dazed look of frantic horror while your blood demands a response. GIVE ME WHAT I WANT, BITCH!! While I gingerly attempt to justify to my ID the practical reasons behind this betrayal, my hand begins to twitch. My brain refuses to finish the inner dialogue and my medulla oblongata kicks into overdrive.

Gum...sweet Jesus, you are my friend.

Burp

So, today I woke up in a haze of self-doubt and compromise. When will this end?

Love is wonderful until it digs in. To give your precious time to a man who cannot reciprocate is like sticking your tongue on a block of ice. Stupid and embarrassing. He will take what you hold dear and not be concerned with filling the well, until there is nothing left. Then he has the audacity to wonder what happened to the sweet, carefree girl he fell in love with.

He ate her....