Waiting for the beginning.
Breathing lightly on his chest
watching the follicles dance.
licking my lips
tapping wetness on each nipple.
I am bored.
Slide down,
reverse.
My tounge explores further.
He offers a sigh to my journey.
I offer no reply.
Swirling tiny circles.
Gentle nips on the thigh,
searching hands find
tender flesh.
Shaven and smooth
seeking attention silently.
Stroked gently with slithery digits.
My Quartet
Tongue
Lips
Mouth
Hands.
In unison they play.
Scream to the tempo.
Look back wild eyed at me
this pleasure I control.
"I want to hold you."
He pants in heat.
"I haven't finished."
I proclaim.
DIH 12/15/18
Winter – Poem
WINTER
When first you entered the room
parchment face blushed and frozen red
I did not recognize the man
The hurried soul escaping bitter winds pain.
Your hands chapped and worn
masculine with talents beyond the keyboard
We would play music tonight.
I noticed your breath
As you removed your navy coat
button by button reveling
as slow as a burlesque striptease
what was to come.
How I would melt you
Cupping your face in my warm dark hands
blowing life into your mouth
with kisses and probing tongue.
Parchment turnstiles to peach
And peach to sweating red
Ink slicked across composition sheets
I warm your thighs entwined with mine.
Smooth arched shoulders dance,
My breast pressed beneath your heaving weight.
This would be the chest I would dream on tonight
After the winter breeze.
Weary
WEARY
wrap your arm around my waist
pull me closer
tighter
I want flesh on flesh
to feel your smothness
rough hairs and sweat
slick
My thighs surround your hips
carnival of motion
hips circling
clenching
bending
Kiss me there
once
never more than once
Hold that
let its heat warm your palm
its yours for the moment
a single moment
Bring me to my knees
massage my shoulders
never forceful
soft intent
Come in closer
faster
harder
arching my back
entwine my hair within you
lost in it's flow
turn me
stroke my thigh
our tounges travel
explore
leave trails of damp salty lust
follow me lover
make me sore.
DIH 11/21/18
Give Me
Someone took my hand
Held it close to my chest
My heart quickened, jumped and purred
Curled into a corner
content
Here it is…
Long waited for and
Desired
Warm against my breast
Exposed
Soft
Smooth
Plump
The hand slowly brushed a nipple
Following the contours to my neck
Finger by finger
Fred Astaire swept my earlobe between each digit
A low deep moan from within
I let this hand brush auburn locks
And trail a flushed cheek
I’ll allow it
Succumb to it
These fingers
Now fall upon
their own two lips.
DIH
10/25/18
Moonlight Passion
Close your eyes, he said.
Open your mind and find me.
hear me.
taste me.
Here offers me
Passion
Offer it to me again
Tell me of its power and slickness
How it moves our bodies and entwines the soul
Bring me back
Bring me down
Show me touch and let me slide into your arms again
My tongue is your master and your fingers, my slave
Once again
Show me passion
Something I have never known
Someone I have yet to feel
Be my passionate lover
Hold me when I’m scared
Be my friend lying in the field and dancing in the rain.
Slick, smooth, tightly held
Is this the beginning of a movement of two hearts?
Simply grasp it, stroke and remember.
It’s a start.
Emptiness
When you wake up at 2am and your mind wants to review your life’s history fast forwards and all you want to do is sleep. Only the sadness and disappointment show through and you wonder, am I cursed? Cursed to live like this. Dream like this. Love like this. Be like this. Stealing lines from songs trying to pinpoint my emotionless void. I wonder more and more “Am I cursed?” Events through my life pursue me like a shadow falls from view as I pass. I try to shake them from my memory but the memories flow to fast. So I blank it out. Block it out. And sit here. Truly alone at 2 am.
DIH 15/18
My ex-best friend. Where r u?
SYMPATHETIC CHARACTER
I was afraid you’d hit me if I’d spoken up I was
Afraid of your physical strength I was afraid
You’d hit below the belt I was afraid of your
Sucker punch I was afraid of you reducing me
I was afraid of your alcohol breath I was afraid
Of your complete disregard for me I was afraid
Of your temper I was afraid of handles being
Flown off of I was afraid of holes being punched
Into walls I was afraid of your testosterone
I have as much rage as you have
I have as much pain as you do
I’ve lived as much hell as you have
And I’ve kept mine bubbling under for you
You were my best friend
You were my lover
You were my mentor
You were my brother
You were my partner
You were my teacher
You were my very own sympathetic character
I was afraid of verbal daggers I was afraid of the
Calm before the storm I was afraid for my own
Bones I was afraid of your seduction I was afraid
Of your coercion I was afraid of your rejection
I was afraid of your intimidation I was afraid of
Your punishment I was afraid of your icy silences
I was afraid of your volume I was afraid of your
Manipulation I was afraid of your explosions
I have as much rage as you have
I have as much pain as you do
I’ve lived as much hell as you have
And I’ve kept mine bubbling under for you
You were my keeper
You were my anchor
You were my family
You were my savior
And therein lay the issue
And therein lay the problem
Songwriters: Alanis Morissette
Sympathetic Character lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Silence
If your mouth moves too often Silence it
Chattering pigeons pecking words of nothing
Meaningless
Spiteful
Hurtful
Grant me silence
Endless still mouths without lips
No flashing crooked teeth biting air
Let me float on a cloud going nowhere
Alone with Little Prince escaping crowded rooms
Letters crashing like lies
Sentences explode muddled without you.
I just want SILENCE.
Little Prince and I
DIH 8/18
A subtle DM – 🖤💜
Saturn touches the earth
And I am moved with sweat
Seeing it so close must surely mean the end
The rings so brightly blinding me
As the thunder shakes my heart
Games
No fools here
You make my head swim
Float and drift
Lying safely on your image
Unknown reality
You must be drunk
Tricks and ego
Something different to do today
Ending the monotony
As Saturn lands on earth.
DIH
Been a little busy, in a good way!
I’ve been writing short stories about people with mental illness. Concentrating on characters who just happen to be ill and making them as identifiable as possible.
It’s important to me that these characters could be anybody. Not a stereotype or diagnoses, just a person going through a phase or situation.
My purpose is to help chip away at the stigma that is out there about those of us with BiPolar or Schizophrenia or depression and the list goes on…
I don’t want it to read like the PDA, but rather as a glimpse into someone’s life. There will be some triggering and tragic instances, but also some simple one. Which to a person without anxiety would be a simple task. But for those of us with anxiety, it’s a major undertaking.
There is a Writers’ Conference at Rutgers University I wish to attend. But money is an issue. When isn’t it when it comes to living on a very limited budget. I have to have the money for the conference and the money to get to and from the train. I’ll be taking a bus, to a train and then Lyft. Unless I can get enough to just take Lyft there and back, that would be heaven.
This is my mission and my dream. To get this book finished and attend this conference in June. Either way, I am writing this book.
The conference would put me in contact with publishers and fellow writers and give me a peek into what it takes to get your work out there. To find out if there is a market for my book or would I be creating one. I realize that I need to attend this conference in order to get a better understanding of what I intend to accomplish. In real terms and not just as a dream.
So, if you’re still reading. Please consider helping me attend this conference by clicking the link and hopefully contributing to my cause. Even if you don’t contribute a comment would be nice. We have to support each other and not be ashamed of who we are, and remember that our illness does not define us.
Thank You.