Birthday surprise

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is ‘Surprise‘. Thanks as always to Miss Ang, the Sweltering Celt, for giving us the prompt and continuing our Microfantasy Monday fun.

It was sitting there on the bed, professionally wrapped and tied, looking festive and way too expensive. The corner of an envelope peeking out at me from under the bow. I sat down on the corner of the bed still wrapped in my towel and slightly steamy from my morning shower. I had thought you were gone when I got into the shower but apparently I was wrong. The mature part of my brain said "wait...open it later" but the little kid in me wanted to shred the paper and see what wonder was within. I pulled the card out of the wrappings and saw your salutation...'Open it now!' How well you know me. I slit open the envelope with my thumb and pulled out a beautiful card with roses and curlicues and immediately deducted 10 how-well-you-know-me points. Opening the card I was surprised to discover that rather than the sentimental drivel I was expecting there was just your all too familiar scrawl. "Open the gift...put it on...and think of me all day. Dinner tonight at 6...dress up!" You left it there, leaving me hanging No 'I love you' not even your blasted name. Fuming slightly I yanked off the ribbon and tore away the paper but I mentally re-awarded you with 5 of your hwykm points. The name of a very famous lingerie store was embossed across the box. My pulse picked up. Knowing you it wasn't warm woolly pj's but how high up the slut scale had me slightly breathless as I tore into the tissue paper. Pulling back the last layer, I was amazed to see the emerald bustier and matching boyshorts I had been drooling over on the website. Grabbing the handful of green satin and black lace I hustled to pull on the generic uniform that I wore every day but it gave no clue as to the beautiful undies it concealed. I grabbed your favorite blue wrap dress and my only pair of fuck-me heels and shoved them into a purse that could have doubled as a suitcase, knowing there would be no time to come home before meeting you for dinner.

As I went through the motions of my day, helping customers, putting up stock, I'd bend or turn and feel the smooth satin slither that was so unfamiliar to this environment and I'd think of you and feel my body respond to some very "not work" thoughts. Lunch was spent anticipating what the evening would hold. And the increasing anticipation of showing you how perfect your gift was, it pushed up where I needed pushing and nipped in at the waist and made me feel like a lipstick lezzie in disguise. I knew you'd like the cleavage that was so prominently on display over the cups of the bra. As quitting time drew near my thoughts raced further and further ahead to the moment of the unveiling and the pleasures that waited when you removed your gift. Needless to say by the time 5:30 finally dragged around I was turned on to a noticeable level...at least obvious to me. I wrestled my bag out of a too tight locker and slammed into the bathroom, locking the door as I entered and immediately cutting the tap on to try to coax up a semi-warm stream of water to freshen me up. The uniform flew unceremoniously into a corner and I was treated to the sight of myself in the mirror, slightly flushed and dishevelled but the warm glow of the fabric gave me hope that later I'd look even more flushed and rumpled but not from work. Pulling down multiple servings of paper towels, I made a make-do wash cloth and swept away the dust of the day and tried to at least wash away a bit of the feminine musk that would give away how much I was anticipating this evening. As I pulled the boyshorts back into place, I knew that it would be impossible to mask that scent from you, so I hastily pulled them off and tossed them on top of the pile of discarded work apparel. I pulled on the dress, pulling it snugly around and belting it before checking to make sure that the no-pantie look wasn't too too obvious. With a final fluff of the hair and a quick slick of gloss to the lips I gathered up my pile and slid on the heels before pulling open the door. And there you were. Slouched against the opposite wall looking sexy as hell. You had been home and showered (you skunk), your hair was still slightly damp but perfectly spiked and your usual work togs had been exchanged for my favorite black jeans and black cowboy shirt. The silver lanyard I gave you for your birthday pointing south over your chest. Your black Resistol casually dangling from two fingers. Except for the devilish glint I caught in your eye, for all the world it looked like you had fallen asleep standing there waiting for me. Not trusting myself to get too close I sent you an air kiss firstly because I'd never live it down if I was caught attacking you in the hall at work and second because you'd discover my secret way too soon if you were within touching distance, and went to clock out. I could hear you come to life behind me, slowly your booted footfall fell into place behind me and the heat of your gaze burned it's way down my back to your favorite shoes and back up. By the time I reached the door you were moving in step beside me, your naturally long and lazy stride bring you to the door a split second before me. You held the door open and I could feel your hand at the small of my back as you allowed me to pass. Again I awarded you full points for knowing how much I loved your chivilrous side and the yummy scent of you as I came within breaths distance. This was going to be a very fast birthday dinner if I had any say in the matter.

To be continued.

Etiqeutte

Thanks to Ang, the Sweltering Celt, bringer of weekly Microfantasy Monday! The theme this week is Etiquette.

Much like a 5 year old for the first being allowed at the Thanksgiving table,
I entered a whole new world.
Everything is familiar, there are plates and silver, but at the BIG table the rules are different.
From the out side it was a typical bar, even at the door there was a familiar vibe...
the room was hazy, features obscure in the neon glow,
the throb of bass driving the dancers into a frenzy of movement.
But this bar was different.
This bar was more than overtly sexual it was raw, pulsating sex.
Womens' bodies (the few that were clad) were covered in leather and chains.
Paddles and whips were displayed prominently in hands and tucked into waistbands.
Leashes tethered submissive to Dom.
Eyes downcast and on my knees, eager to please,
I entered the fray as I had been instructed to
hoping to find an instructor in this exciting new world of pleasure.

MicroFantasy Monday: Week 52

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is ‘Miss Ang‘. Thanks as always to Miss Ang, the Sweltering Celt, for giving us the prompt and continuing our Microfantasy Monday fun.

For the last 45 weeks, I've played voyeur every Monday...ok...maybe not every Monday but every week at least once a week I peek through the window of butchtasticness and peep into the world of Miss Ang and her happy followers. Some weeks I'll post...most weeks I just read and enjoy the imaginative playground that is opened every Monday.

Until recently online peeping has been my dirty little secret, something I do late at night, once the apartment is dark and still, my daughter safely closed in her own world. But now that the nest is empty my secret isn't hidden...now I can look at will...spending as much time as I want ogling the lives of others and wondering if I'd ever have the nerve to live out loud the life I can only imagine and Ang...beautiful, beautiful Ang you have been my window.

My first glimpse came at week 5. I had just been introduced to Butchtastic and the world of Kyle when I read my first MfM. Following the link I was all a twitter when first presented with the awe inspiring sight of you. Your cleavage unexpectedly filled my screen, I scrolled down quickly...like catching someone undressing and quickly averting your gaze, I looked away. But the alluring sight pulled me back over and over again. The beautiful creamy swell of your breasts, the sexy sizzle of a peek of black lace cupping you intimately. Showing enough to titillate, drawing me in, making me want to see more, learn more...to overcome my fears that have kept me hovering in the shadows peeking into your world. Through your window I've watched the world unfold before me. I've read about your life, your loves, and even some of your everyday stuff... But your window has shown me so much more...through your window I've glimpsed into the world of others, seeing their fantasies unfold before me. Thank you Ang...for leaving the curtains open and letting me watch. Maybe some day I will find the confidence to step out of the shadows and live a life that currently only lives in my mind.

Love Lessons Learned

In my quest for living a life free of regrets, I strive to see all things, good, bad or indifferent as the opportunity to live a full life and learn the lessons that the universe is teaching me. Each person that has come into my life have come with a lesson. Some of those lessons have been harder to learn than others...some of the lessons I've as yet to figure out. In an abbreviated fashion here are the love lessons I've learned.

From:
My parents: I've learned that love should be unconditional and given without strings.
My Grandma: That love is in fact unconditional and able to overlook somethings.
My Granddad: That love is undignified...that grown-ups should get down on their hands and knees and play horsie at times, and that love often sits back and watches and does things quietly and without fanfare.
My brothers: That love doesn't mean liking you all the time.
My Grandpa Wade: that love is resilient, that the loss of one love isn't the end of the world and that both spiritual love and physical love are a lifelong persuit.
Shaun Cassidy & Farrah Fawcett: that crushes make you feel alive.
David Mc: that first love is survivable and that one person will always live in your heart.
Dan:that high school sweethearts are like training wheels, wonderful at teaching us to ride but eventually just a training tool that are left behind when we are ready to fly solo.
Robert: that love should never be on the rebound.
Andy: that my grandmother's truisms weren't far wrong, love should find common ground and that a child can't be that ground.
Chris: love shouldn't be based on the fear of being alone and that really good sex doesn't make everything ok.
Lynn: that a brilliant mind is just as attractive as any other physical attribute.
Bill: that in order to love truly, first you must be true to yourself.
Ronnie: that love can be adventuresome, and that part of my true-self loves biking!
Kim: that I love women and that finally...finally I understand that I don't have to put up with abusive behavior...that I love myself enough to not make myself the target for someone else's hurt.
Pepper: that I'm not too old for the rush of a crush or the pain of being dumped.
Maya: that the love of an animal is just as fraught as human love, I just laugh more.

And from Erin, my baby girl, my heart: that the heart is capable of an infinite amount of love, from the first time I got to hold you....to the moment I kissed you good bye as you head into your journey as an adult that love makes us bigger, stronger and weaker than we ever imagined we could be, capable of both great good and horrible wrongs.

There have been others, some great, some small, all have touched my heart and helped me to grow. At this point in my life there is one thing I know for sure...that life is worth living...every day...every moment...with love and enthusiasm. Without love there is nothing.

It was over. The reality of the statement sank in gradually and no gaping black hole had opened in the earth and engulfed the world, in fact even tears were elusive. The weekend of worry and frantic activity that had passed had brought into focus one truth, that if it was meant to be, then it would be. And it was over.

The whole affair had played out in three short but intense weeks. From the first brush of contact, flirty emails, an incredible meal with flashing blue eyes and a fleeting kiss to several incredible make-out sessions and at last two nights of orgasmic sex. The ride had been incredible, with highs so high forever seemed within reach and then the crash of reality, when she had withdrawn and said the dreaded "it's not you...it's me". Who knew that being a lesbian was just as bad as being hetero? But, in the end, always in the end, came the postmortem. The hope that in the wreckage of the moment that there was some nugget of wisdom to be gained, some THING that made the pain worthwhile...not just a strike at the heart. Pepper had been her first boi. A whole new world of thoughts and ideas and experiences that had been as foreign as being a lesbian had been a year ago.

She had been more of a gentleman than many of the men in my life. She opened doors and paid the bill without thought. She placed the order at restaurants and took the lead in the relationship. And she had given me roses for no reason other than she wanted to. The feelings had been intense with a twist of desperation. She was looking for something I could never be, something elusive I believe even to her. I had been seeking reassurance that some one other than Kay could want me and someone to fill the hole that was opening in my life as my daughter made the adult move away from me. Tears and heartbreak had been short lived. Work had called and the dawning awareness had come that this had been an incredible moment but that was all just a moment that added to the flavor of life, just a short chapter in the continuing saga of life.

Whip

Like the bite of a whip
coming out of the blue
with no warning
you struck
straight and true to my heart

A sting
and then
a wash of pleasure
surged through me
igniting my senses
leaving me
anticipating the next strike

and like the bite
of the whip
my body will heal
the bruises slowly fading away
but leaving behind the memory
of the kiss

Right Place at the Wrong Time

You came into my world
and I knew you were in the right place.
I love listening to you talk.
I love learning more about you.
I love the way you look at me.
You fit in my heart like no one had before...like it had been waiting for you.

You came into my world
but it wasn't the right time.
I'm in transition...
From Mom to empty nest.
From knowing what was expected of
every moment of every day...
to living just for me.

I will never regret you.
You take with you a piece of my heart
and my hopes and well wishes.
And I pray that maybe some day
we might find
the right place at the right time
my love.

My Like List

You asked me what I like...and I was stumped. No one has ever been overly
concerned by what I like...and most of my time has been spent figuring out
what those around me like and finding ways to make them happy....

So I got to thinking about what I like...
I like
clean, soft sheets,
snuggly warm pajamas,
the gleam in your eye when you look at me.

I like being on the water to watch the sun rise
or set or just hang heavy over the earth.

I like watching birds, and children, and old folks
and how you swagger when you walk.

I like seafood, and pizza, and good company.
I like trying new foods that don't include brussel sprouts.

I like getting lost in the country going from yard sale to yard sale,
or antique store to country store to produce stand.

I like live music, especially when it's free and outdoors.
I like music...almost all music (sorry about the most rap maybe next evolution).

I like watching movies, sci-fi, action/adventure, and sappy chic flick.
I like holding hands and sharing popcorn and whispered comments in the theater.
I like snuggling close and kissing thru movies at home, then starting the movie over again
to see the parts we missed.

I like street festivals of all varieties. I love sampling new foods,
seeing different cultures, and listening to other languages spoken by native speakers.

I like holidays and family celebrations when differences are put aside for a few moments
of peace.

I like learning new things and challenging old beliefs and then reassessing my own
core values.

I like waking up in the morning and finding you there, and I'm hoping that this will happen more often!

Addicted

I understand the siren's call
of sweet addiction
I understand how alcohol calls to you
because that is your alluring call to me.

One day I'm fine...life is smooth and all is good.
Then I do something...
Cook something...
See something and I think of you.
And your voice calls me...
beckoning me back.

So far I have resisted it's call...
Avoided it's sweet refrain
that this time will be different
that this time I can handle it.
That I am strong enough, and in control
and won't let you pull me in.

But, I choose to abstain.
I know I'm not strong enough,
with you I have no control and in the end
while my body won't be battered and bruised,
my mind and soul will be...
and I will have to struggle through
the dt's that are left in your wake.

MfM-- Hands

Thanks, as always, to Ang, the Sweltering Celt, for this week’s theme… Hands.

Your hands come to me in my dreams.
They turn me over, stroking my hair from my face,
Rousing me enough to know they want more than a mere snuggle.

Your hands slide my nightshirt up and off, then put my hands together
and over my head, closing them around the headboard post.
You whisper "keep them there...no matter what".

Your hands slip down my arms, chasing goosebumps as you go.
A shiver of anticipation races down my body ahead of your seeking fingers.
As you move lower they skirt around my breasts, feeling the weight
but not stopping to tease the sensitive flesh that begs for your touch.
Just for fun you blow on one but then move on.
I writhe in wait...wanting more but not willing to stop your journey.

Your fingers tickle across my tummy, stopping long enough
to let me know that you love me here...even when I don't.
Slowly slinking lower your hands span my hips.
Sleekly they skim over my thighs and calves to my feet.

Your hands stop to tickle along the instep
waiting to see how tight is my control, will I flinch and pull away?
Or stifle a giggle and allow you to continue on.
Your hands adjust my legs pulling them apart
and again you whisper..."keep them there".

Then your hands, your wonderful, talented, beautiful hands move up...

MfM:Exhibitionism/Voyuerism

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is “Exhibitionism/Voyeurism” .. thanks to the lovely Ang, the Sweltering Celt.


Looking through windows...watching through doors...
Up and down the isles and just about every where.
Young couples caught up in the throws of young love.
Established couples chasing kids, eyes connecting when bodies can't.
Mature couples helping each other navigate a world that isn't so nice any more.


A simple smile. A touch to the base of the spine. A glimmer in the eye.
I watch and wish and wonder what will happen next.

MFM---- Cleaning

Lost in the monotony of the moment
My mind slipping away from the sink
leaving dirty dishes
and the view of the parking lot far behind.
You walk up behind me...maybe quietly
maybe not...
You slide your arms around me,
nuzzling your chin along the side of my neck.
Whispering promises of wonders
while your hands awaken my soul.

Microfantasy #23

Our feet tangle like roots of a tree,
my leg, your leg, my leg again,
twisted around,
keeping us grounded.
hips straining together before
our torsos branch in their own direction
sometimes touching, sometimes pulling away.
hands splayed and swaying in an invisible breeze.
dreams pass gently, heads turning,
gentle sighs turning to deeper snores
but still we remain bound together
both in life and in sleep
we are entwined.

Microfantasy Monday (or a little late but we'll fake it)

It caught my eye, as I slid into the driver's seat, a neat square of folded paper, the top edge fluttering in the wind while the wiper held the body in firmly in place. Too small for a parking ticket but too plain to be a flier from the school. To leave it and chance letting it fly in the cool April breeze flitted through my head before leaning back out of the drugging warmth of the sun heated car, Reaching across the door, smashing my chest against the window to grab the offending article off the windshield. My mind more on getting in my car and driving away from the hectic week and enjoying the drive home before the reality of a long weekend of grading and planning crept into my reality.

As I entered the flow of traffic, still clutching the folded square, my mind was a million miles away, wishing for more than sad, lonely weekend that loomed ahead. Slowly coming to a standstill I opened the paper and scanned the opening lines gasping as the words seeped into my tired brain.



I love to watch you teach and wonder if you make love with as much passion.
Do you push your hair behing your ear and close your eyes when you kiss?
Do you use your expressive hands to explore your lover's body?
Do you rub your sensitive nipples against hers and laugh that husky little laugh
when you cum?

A horn honks impatiently, my eyes take a moment to refocus, I realize that I've advanced to the head of the line aware only of the aching arousal brought on my an anonymous note.

Thoughts on God

When I sat down to contemplate God...Counting Blue Cars by Dishwalla came to mind:

Tell me all your thoughts on God?

'Cause I would really like to meet her.

And ask her why we're who we are.

Tell me all your thoughts on God,

Cause I am on my way to see her.

So tell me am I very far -Am I very far now?

For a month now, I've been thinking about my concept of God and how it has changed. But, I really can't remember giving God much thought as a child. I can remember being intregued by the concept that "He has the whole world in his hands" and thinking those must be some mighty BIG hands. Other than that HE fell mostly into the Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, Milkman catagory of existance. In other words, he was this mistical magical creature who made cool things happen. As a Christian and a Baptist at that much more time was spent learning about and studying the history of Christ.

In my early teens I got kind of stuck on the trinity concept, mostly because a friend of mine couldn't get past the whole one-in-three concept. I guess as a woman the concept of one body having three completely seperate functions wasn't all that hard to grasp. Much harder was trying to figure out how you found balance between, wife, mother, and job. It also made it very clear that this god business can't be very easy. In my late teens I became enthralled with the study of World Religions and was fortunate to find teachers who challenged my concept of God and gave me more of a world view on the many facets of God.

In my twenties I met a man who was a wonderful biblical teacher who focused on the promises contained within the Bible and how the Promise was made in the Old Testament then came to fruition in the New. I also took a Biblical History class at Wake Forest and for the first time read the Old Testament in it's entirity. The God of the old testament was a fierce God. One of burning bushes and smitting (smooting?) and general "vengence is mine sayeth the Lord". Pretty scary stuff until you follow through and meet the God of the New Testament, better known as Papa God, the proud dotting father of the Savior of Man. Then life took over and in my late 20's and 30's the concept never took up a lot of my time. I attended church sporadically and as usual the majority of focus is on Christ...not God.

The times when I have considered the magnitude of God have usually been when I am witnessing the majesty of his creation. There is nothing as breath taking and awe inspiring as a sunrise or sunset, be it over the mountains or the Atlantic, or just caught as I drive. These two moments set of the thought of what that first sunrise must have been like over a newly minted earth. And until the birth of my daughter I thought there was no moment that held as much promise as the dawn of a new day. And apparently at one point Cat Steven's agreed...

Morning has broken, like the first morning

Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird

Praise for the singing, praise for the morning

Praise for the springing fresh from the word

I still hear that song in my mind when I watch the sun rise...no matter where I am.

At the birth of my daughter I gained a new insight to my concept of God. Here was this delicate new creation who was totally dependant on me and who stretched my heart to grasp the concept of infinate love. No matter how tired, how fraught, how worried this was one face that when it turned to me and smiled I knew that there is no greater love than that of a parent for a child. Then my concept of God gained a texture and depth that I'd never expected. How could God look down on his children and not love them all? How could He condemn so many to the agonies of hell that was promised for "non-believers". How could he stomache the involcation of his name in senseless acts of brutality?

And now in my 40's I know in my heart of hearts that this IS NOT God. These are the concepts of small minded humans, ones who draw limits on love, ones who want to feel justified and empowered by believing that God is his infinate LOVE would agree to the limits that his creation would place on that LOVE because as mere children we are incapable of defining the love that only God is capable of.

Independence Day

How it went from
...Hello again in May to
...I'm interested in September to
...I want to love you in December to
...Appathy in March then finally to
...Please don't ever call me again in April...
Is astounding.
But, I learned a lot from you
...I learned that I am indeed a lesbian
...I am capable of a great amount of love
...I am willing to step out of my comfort zone to change my life
...And that love is worth going thru all kinds of hell
And for these things I am greatful to you.
But, I also learned a few other things
...I am NOT willing to be put down by a partner
...I am NOT willing to be in a relationship with an alcoholic
...I am NOT willing to be with someone whose world starts and stops in front of a tv
...I am NOT attracted to people who spout self-help but are so caught up in the past that they fail to live life

I wish you well and hope that you will move forward from here and find yourself before you try to find a partner.

Passion

I'm beginning to wonder if I'm too old for passion...
is it reserved for the young and dumb?

Is there an age limit for expecting to feel passionate about another
and to have that passion returned?

Maybe I need to re-examine my expectations?
Should I not expect

to feel my heart beat harder when she walks toward me?
to think of her and have my thoughts be x rated?
to feel like she is so important that I can't breathe properly without her?
to feel like giving her my heart and know that she will keep it safe?
to want to spend time with her...both in and out of bed...memorizing her every feature?

Maybe I don't want passion if I have to change my definitions to make it fit.

Why?

Why are we together?
It's sad...I just left you an hour ago
the first time I've seen you in more than a week.
And my thoughts weren't
how glad I was to have been with you,
even though we went out for a good meal
and got caught up and I finally got to say
Happy Birthday instead all that came to mind
was why where we together?

Yes, I like you and like hearing about your family.
But you are rarely interested in MY family
and you make it more than clear you hear too much
about my child.

I like that you are passionate about sports
and I don't mind spending time with you
watching sports...
But do you know what I am passionate about
and are willing to spend time doing things I love?

I like your apartment and have even gotten
hooked on the reality shows you watch so often.
But I like a different reality, the one going on
outside your door I want to walk and talk
about the real world, watch real people,
and experience life.

I like to drink and act silly and laugh
but I don't do it often and I don't
drink to get drunk...
I like to be silly and laugh in movies,
on game nights, and in bed but without
the alcohol.

And speaking of bed...I love what you
do to me...but I'd like to "do" for you too.
I'd like to snuggle, and pet, and spend
hours exploring your wonderland.
I'm not a fan of "getting it out of the way"
and feeling like I forced you away from
your judge shows just to make me happy.

Why are we together?
Is being alone really so scary?

Right Place/Wrong Time? Wrong Place/Right Time?

Has it ever dawned on you that where you are isn't where you want or need to be? Sometimes I feel like my whole life falls into one of those categories...and when I finally get pointed in the direction where I want to be a different part of my life falls off the tracks...

For example:
Right now I feel like professionally I'm not where I want to be...but I'm in transition to being where I'm aiming. While substituting is not where I want to be, it has gotten me out of convenience stores and most months it pays the bills. Where I want to be is teaching in an exceptional children's classroom either in a middle or high school. Substituting gives me access to schools and principals which I'm hoping will lead to an assistant's position while I go back to school (after Erin has graduated).

But, my budding social life has fallen off the tracks. About a year ago I met a woman who fascinated me. I fell hard for her self-confidence and her love of life. Unfortunately we really didn't "connect" until her life started falling apart. She finally had time for me when she got laid off from her job in November, and about a month after she quit AA. We had a brief affair that included a lot of drinking and all the physical "stuff" that goes on early in a relationship. But after a little more than 6 weeks the romance was over. My personal habits drive her to distraction and her drinking gives her license to berate me and be very rude and judgemental. Over the next month we broke up a minimum of 4 times. By this last time I've just grown numb. I want the woman that I met back but it is getting more and more obvious that she's no longer there. I know that I have played a part in this misery and it's continuation is my fault. I wish I had the backbone to tell her how much i appreciate her help in coming out at least to myself but that I don't see a future for us...no matter how much I wish there were one!

I know where I want to be. I want to find a woman to love me...one who will accept me as I am but want who wants me to continue to grow and evolve as a human being. I want to desire and be desired. I want to look into the future and see her at my side. Unfortunately I don't think I'm on the right track at the moment.

If it's not a date....

If it's not a date...
Then I don't have to shave the legs
or any places south of the armpits.
Then I don't need to put on the pretty undies
so it's cotton grannies all the way.
Then I don't need to add extra perfume
in the clevage or on the backs of my knees.
Then I won't spend my day imagining
what the evening holds in store.
Then I won't mind vegging out on the sofa
watching reality shows until I falll asleep.
Then by all means ask another friend
to come along...and I'll do the same.

Alone

In those predawn moments
trapped between dark and dawn,
I feel you with me
your warm moist breath on my nape
The brush of your knees
behind mine
The rasp of your nipples
against my back
Your arm slips over my side
sliding along my ribs.
I hold my breath and relax back
against your warmth
Revelling in this intimate time
before the day begins.
The alarmclock sounds
and I awake to find myself alone
Nestled against a pillow
and I mourn the warmth
that never was...

After years of keeping journals and writing out random thoughts on any available scrap of paper I thought I'd give this blogging thing a shot....so