Writing is an escape unmatched, my stories will allow any reader to mentally travel to any destination I paint with my words.
So enjoy the ride...I come in peace or pieces.
I wonder what it would take to break the silence of your mind, the unspoken vocabulary of your tongue, unpaving roads of fear to plant fields of ecstasy, would you let me...straddle molecular poles shifting physical energy exerting friction deep in the black hole of lust and pleasure, infinite beyond satellite measures.
I started a new class today to help out with some meditation and peace that I have been trying to receive, as I enter the door all eyes are on me seeing as how I appear to be the only plus size woman in the room I believe. Side cut smirks and gleaming glares as all the petite women in mid stretch stop just to stare. Politely finding my place on the floor, I spread my mat while watching our yoga instructor step foot inside the door; a steady glance he surveys the students standing around waiting to participate in today's session, sliding my mat further back towards the wall already feeling out of place while trying not to make a bad first impression.
There is nothing more heartfelt than the kindness of a perfect gentleman, to spoil you with love, hugs and big strong arms ready to extend, the type of gentleman that says excuse me as he rips the buttons off my top, delicately lifting me onto the sink rising my skirt, using his mouth swirled around with his tongue on my nipples to make the sound pop.
He said he wanted a poem but I really didn’t know what to write about, sitting in the sand but my mind ran from every season in the drought, should I say something freaky like I want to be on my knees with my hands tied behind my back and you dancing in my throat.....na that’s not it.
Having a dry spell is no walk in the park, it’s no fun, it’s like being in quicksand trying to run. Violently scraping my brain looking for words to put together, metaphors wrapped around neck like a freshly knit turtleneck sweater. Stuffing letters inside my mouth gagging on verbs, filling my shoes with cement and dropped off the pier into the sea of rambling ideas. Foul, evil and cruel, destroying peace and creating chaos, stirring my mind in a bowl of tacks I look down to see punctuation leaking through the holes in my head, kicking dirt in my fucking face, prying my eyelids open only to be sprayed with mace. You are a disgrace, hypocritically profane, you kiss your mother with that mouth? I’m cutting the wire, I’m no longer your puppet, your bitch, free from all the negativity you are a liar. I’d pull your card but it seems your whole life has already been a game, so sit back and watch as I sign my name with this blood oath to give writer’s block a new name.
Anxious anticipation standing straight on the axis of ecstasy, selfishly pleasing me, I love the touch; caressing is key, squeezing between, unlocked edging projectile cream, pulsating in heat flash throbbing puckered hole in my ass, every nerve is shaking holding the shaft while masturbating, arousal surfacing the highest peak, haven’t met a human yet that matches my inner freak, sticky lick it taste so sweet, almost there holding on to my seat, trembling thighs sensory advised full alert flicking back and forth, forth and back squirting leisurely because that’s how I like to pet my pussycat.