Soothing Sleep

Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.

As my hand gently pets that sweet spot of skin at the cup of your hip,
resting in the hollow, soothing, slowing sweeps.

Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.

As our breath evens out in the soft melody of contented sleep.

Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.

As we dream.

in progress

Spin further and deeper, the cold depths of the dark

Tangles of slime feel sweeter, like silk ropes without marks

Seaweed drowning flowers

Overwhelmed

Lungs bursting with pressure,
a heady struggle for breath.
The twinkling light in your vision
a precursor to death.

Your arms open slowly
embracing that fate,
the beauty of knowing
life is no longer at the stake.

Begone winding rivers.
Goodbye sweet poppy fields.
Adios my dear lovers.
My retreat finally real.

This death holds no sorrow
just the absence of light.
You won't see me tomorrow
but I promise I'll write.

Send your blessings and tissues
well wishings aflight.
Let the wan moon console you
as I kiss that dark knight.

Tentacles stretch before me,
around me and through.
It is time for my story
to end. 'm done with you.

Mermaid

She used to lull me so softly each night into sleep,

the crash and caw of a heavenly life at the beach.

Her sand filled with miniature wonders to reach

overflowing my treasure box, I was simple... at peace.

As my hair grew long, tangles echoed my brain

no longer the young laughing mermaid, I was shamed 

by lusty urges so dark, twisted, kinky and deep

like the seawater's home to kraken and monsters without feet!

Medusa emerges, vicious strikes from my head

as I tremble with unspoken desires... paired with dread.

Will this deep dark ocean of life eat me whole

or will this sailor prevail? Toward the lighthouse we row!

Ouch

Written 12/13/2010

He stabs me, over and over again.

I long for his touch

Alone at his side.

I beg for his kiss

but his lips, he does hide.

My heart aches a bit

While beside him I sit

His face a blank mask

to the favor I ask.

Why must I beg sweetly

When you'll only say no.

Why must I wait calmly

When you never come home.

Why must I ach dully

From the cold in my bed.

And hold back the tears

When you shake your fair head.

What is it you need

to start a fire inside you

to echo the burning need

deep down inside me.

I ask and I preen and I question and still

You give me no answers

Just a No

and Be still.

You are not disturbed

for its not your heart that aches

You don't undertand

the shards as my heart breaks

Why don't you see me

as a blushing young bride

Why don't you want me

playful and quick at your side

Where is your passion

for all things of the flesh

Why don't you want me darling

What else do I have left

but tears and misgivings

as you brush me aside

and I dare not push you

harsh words will not abide

I sit here in sorrow

and debate your true worth

if a freind all I look for

or more than your hearth

Do I need a true life mate

to love me and bring

sweet kisses to my mouth

and not tears that sting

as I hold them inside me

and struggle not to hurt

Oh, God! Please guide me

through this mire of worth.

Do I mean nothing to him.

Does my skin not arouse?

Does my smile do nothing for him.

Does he mentally carouse?

The doubts overwhelm me

with the ache in my heart.

I sit beside him in longing

I've made my request.

Let's go to bed my darling

No, not to sleep.

His silence is my answer

Internally I weep.

Adrift sitting beside him

Blue paints my mind

My skin aches to touch him

As past fucks come to mind.

Why doesn't he want me?!

What is wrong with me now?

I ask how to entice him.

His answers with, "Not now."

I struggle with the betrayal

And lay me head in his lap.

Curled up like a puppy

And feeling beaten at that.

He arm rest along me

And a strange feeling flows

I'm ok with this touching

It sooths me just a bit.

My core still desires him

But this touch will do, for now.

He still has hurt me

And will continue the torture.

And I will retreat to my stories

And fantasize about perfect lovers

That he will never live up to

And I will never expect

But deep down inside me

I just wish he would respect.

How hard it is for me to ask him

A quiet begging for touch.

When my pride is so large

and his is the only one for whom I lust.

Nostalgic

Steam tinted glass disperses early morning prying eyes.
How many years has it been since we've been parked on the side?

Longing for his kiss
stings more with this distance.

Right here but drifting far
makes asking so much hard

errrrr.

Doubt creeps along inside
my thoughts, dark and snide.

Fear stalls my toungue and hands
mear inches from the man,

holding my heart aloft.
Oh please, oh please, be soft

to the tender beating muscle.
Internally I struggle...

Where is the sweet young lover
who frolicked under our covers?

Where is the witty man
to whom I gave my hand?

Where is the playful boy
that loves to steal my toys?

Where is my soul mate?
And is it... is it too late?

Morning mists
unveil the light

Her quiet time
awakes her mind

inciting lust
for sleeping knights

invade their lair

abscond the sheets

reveal the meat

take just a taste

a lick to wake

the dragon's mate

a startled hiss

precludes the heat

of burning breath

and silken depths

she rides the waves
of dragon fire

her treasure plundered
and all the while

the sour smell of dragon's breath
precludes the mint of morning's death


I woke him this morning with a cockkiss enticing him to indulge in the carnal equivalent of coffee. We both held our breath in courtesy to the other in an attempt to avoid our mutual morning/dragon breath.

I was a naughty girl last night

And he liked it.

I read naughty books

And he likes it.

I learn naughty things

From my naughty books.

I do naughty things

And he loves it.

I struggle

for my footing.

Reprimands

frequently surprise me.

Chastise me.

For what?

You say, "Ask."

I do.

Reprimanded once again.

I do not submit lightly

nor easily.

Yet you demand it

without giving knowledge in return.

You show me your world

But refuse to allow me in.

I am a shadow in the corner.

Glance past me.

Clean my cobwebs

but never illuminate my inner crevices.

Has my life been so charmed

that this struggle is the nature of the outsider?

A foreign experience

to the sliver spoon.

Or has it simply been

a strength of character

that allows me to turn away

from those who shun me?

Not today. I yearn to know this world that feels like a missing part of my soul.

Demands.

Grovel for acceptance.

Shed the layers you disapprove of.

I think not.

I refuse to submit.

And therefore must wander this path alone,

the blind leading the sightless.

Where shall we go?

I have been assured there is pain ahead.

Just as the pain echoes behind

in my cavern of ignorance.

We wander

together

alone

one wanting

one following

Who will show us the bloody light?

Who will bind us in erotic delight?

Who will guide us through mental chains so tight?

I do not know.

And I weep.

I will not submit

Not to the weak of mind.

But to the strong of heart.

Where are you?

Who are you?

Are you?

Stretch, shuffle.

Twitch, twist.

Fidget, fumble.

Click, Click.

Sigh. Snap.

I shut my laptop,

Pause the race,

Calm my thoughts.

I lower

My face,

My guards and my will.

I melt,

And close my eyes...

Becoming his pet.

A kitten, curled loose.

No purr required.

Such peace I find

Prone at his side,

Cheek warm and quiet against his thigh.

His eyes focus above me

On things of no import.

His fingers dance beside me,

A teasing sort of sport.

I catch those playful digits

like a nip-laced kitty toy.

His quiet laugh rewards me

and my pleasure overcomes

Any thoughts of powerful women,

Objectification or mere strife.

I know only the love he shows

to me, his pet and wife.

We dance without touching.
He cooks and I clean.

We smile through dinner.
A cozy home scene.

He kisses my cheek
In a jovial goodbye.

I sigh in relief
As he pulls out the drive.

I prepare my body,
My mind, and my space

With sweet scented candles
And chilled wine by my place.

A flick of the lights
Soothes the chaos inside

As I settle my macbook
Comfortably alongside

The refreshing white riesling
In the peace of the dark

On the couch in the silence
On a story, I embark!

These men, they whisper
They shout, and they moan.

Telling stories of love,
Laughter, heartache and home.

Love comes in all shapes
And all size and some

Even love in the strangest of ways,
Simply coming undone.

But no matter the conception
The manifest is the same.

Love pours from their hearts
To bathe their lover, no game.

While indulging my sweet tooth

An overzealous morsel

Melts.

Chocolate drizzles

Temptation across my chin.

Smiling, I call to him,

Doubting his response.

Gasp!

He licks.

My heart melts again.

She stirs,

A whisper of mischief in my chest.

Tilting hips and sparkling eyes,

All men are a possibility.

A challenge, in fact,

An exhilarating game.

A sleek black Mustang glides by.

She knows the man inside.

Hurrah! The chase is on.

Gravel skitters, a cold motor revs.

Power flows into 4 small cylinders.

No match for the Mustang,

But all the more fun for the trying.

Pedal-less shifting accompanies

A beautiful growl.

More like the roar of a kitten

compared to the power

Of the Mustang cum panther ahead

But the flex of tiny kitten claws

Delights her playful side.

She stirs.

A whisper of mischief in my breast.

He turns away.

Sleek matte black lines fade.

And her attention turns

To all the possibilities.

And the bass beat pounds

Sounding vaguely like a purr.

Lips mimicking the words

She stirs.

Today will be a good day.

Flash of orange

Spied by husband's eye

Scent of citrus, placed up high

Lures the orioles from nearby!

We have a pair of orioles flitting around our yard. It didn't take them long to find the orange halves and make themselves at home.

Bitching

His hands coax me down

Soothing my aching back

His fingers ease my skin

Seducing the bitch from me

Moaning

I give in to him

His sweet rare kisses bestowed upon me

Coax the bitch from me

I turn in to him

His petting hands tame the bitch in me

I moan for him

and in turn

he moans for me.

Bird on a wire

Majestic raptor

Perfectly still

Hawk statue

Catches my eye

In the half second as I zoom-zoom by

A flash of burnt sienna

A bounce

A frolic

A glance

A wild fox meandered through my yard this morning. It was beautiful and healthy and breathtaking.

And made me stop my frantic morning routine, observe, and smile.

Thank you.

Joy Reflected

Joy Reflected is my online journal of the simple things.

Things that make me happy.

Things that remind me I am loved.

The beauty in the world, that I sometimes ignore.

The evidence of God's grace.