Try to Remember to Forget
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Posted:Jul 6, 2021 5:52 pm
Last Updated:Aug 6, 2021 9:26 pm
I’m going to leave this right here….
What am I going to do with you--(Part III Destruction)
Posted:Jun 19, 2021 5:51 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2021 7:26 pm
There is nothing more to be done
The foundation built on cement colored
Papier-mâché disintegrated, lost to
A tempest
The dark angel has fled to find solace
At the bottom of a bottle of bourbon
The white angel
Gathered what she could, packed it up
Leaving one glistening tear
Sealed within.

With one final breath
Blew a kiss and a whisper
Carried with the wind

Til we never meet again.
What am I going to do with you— Part II ( Sultry, Sexy, Seduction)
Posted:Jun 4, 2021 8:22 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2021 7:23 pm

“I don’t know what to do with you”
“What am I going to do with you”

Dark angel, with deep piercing eyes
Hair messy, feathers ruffled
The familiar scent
Sweat, and sex
A cologne she wears proudly
As she licks her lips,
A Mona Lisa grin
Spreading.. the last drops
Of.. juices from a lover or two
Gender irrelevant, woman’s sweetness, man’s saltiness
She looks you dead in the eye
And with a voice that
Could convert the Devil
She explains:
First you must top her though her statute may be small
She has a big personality
Show her who’s alpha
Make her submit
Bind her arms above her head
As you tie her to the bed
Spread her legs
Kiss her thighs
Her stomach make her squirm
Make her beg
If you have bound her just right
Turn her over
Keep one hand cupping
Her pussy
Slowly rubbing her clit
Get her ass up
And spank her
Remind her that pleasure comes
with a bit of pain
And spank her
Kiss her body make her soul shake
Find the spot on her
That if kissed just right
Makes her purr (it’s true only one other person found it and they were both quite surprised)
Make her purr
As you
Take your hand
And spread her pussy open
Take your cock
But just the head
Don’t move( this is hard,( no pun intended) for both of you… but worth it)
Hold her hips
If she tries to take in more
Hold firm
Spank her ass
Hold firm and tease her
She will fight
Like a mare to be tamed
Hold firm
Til she whispers “please”….

Dark angel stops
Looks you dead in the eye
Licking her fangs
“Part III will come later
And so will you,”
Poof a feather from her wing
Intoxicating scent
Holds you in place,
I don’t know what to do with you— Part 1 (Sweet) Edited for missing content🤦🏽‍♀️
Posted:Jun 4, 2021 3:39 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2021 7:19 pm
“I don’t know what do with you”
“What am I going do with you”

The angel of sweetness and light
Woke when the words, those words
Which have been uttered and thrown
She woke and whispered gently
“ Sweet first, sultry, sexy second, the dark angel is preparing”

answer the above a short list;

1) Love me like my friends do, when I am unlikeable
Understand it will pass and love me like my friends do
Let me roam.. I'll always come back
Make me laugh when I’m angry
And poof like magic whatever I was angry about, gone
Hug me.. even when I say no, hug me harder
My soul will thank you later
Love me like my friends do
When I act like a brat
And want fuck shit up
Blast music loud
Sing off key
I’m not implying that you should be in love
And my friends would even agree
And say “ We love her because of who she is, and in spite of herself
Because she will love you until her cup is empty
Shine a light from her smiling eyes
Hold you when the world is dark
And try take the pain away
She’ll absorb what she can, like a sponge
Cry tears for you
Protect you
Because she will love you, because that’s all she knows
What to do, and how be.
She will always love you.. that’s how friends
Should be.”

Part II cuming soon
It’s not my fault.. I was left unsupervised
Posted:Jun 3, 2021 9:28 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2021 12:49 am
Third time’s a charm.. will add more slowly

It’s that time…
Posted:Jun 2, 2021 6:17 pm
Last Updated:Jun 3, 2021 9:32 pm
It’s been one hell of a ride
It’s been one insane year
And oh wait, I’m right back where
I started from
Holy shit
How in the
Wait.. no way
Got again
You got good
You win
You won
Or is it a draw
Last year was my fault
I lost my mind
This year
Was your fault
Suddenly was mine
The scoreboard is a mess
And this game
No one wins
And I’m tired of mourning
The dead and the living
So you won
A lifetime
Without me
It’s best I can do….
And should we meet in the next life
You ignore me
I’lll ignore you
I’d rather imagine what I’m missing
Or have than feeling something is lost but not
Know what it is.. that gnawing feeling… something
Is missing
Than cry over what’s lost.
My wish for you
Starburst jellybeans than haunt you with my laugh
Extra Toasty Cheez-it’s that flash my smile
Coconut oil and cologne scent on all your pillows
That a tear wells up
In your eye without
When your washing the dishes
And are holding a big spoon and a little spoon
Just one tear, and a lump in your throat
When you look at those to things
And try
To remember
what you forgot

Fun Friday
Posted:May 21, 2021 8:55 am
Last Updated:Jun 5, 2021 1:42 am
If you smiled, laughed, or chuckled — yay one task done.

Muscle Memory
Posted:May 8, 2021 5:54 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2021 5:01 pm

Defined: the ability to reproduce a particular movement without conscious thought, acquired as a result of frequent repetition of that movement.
"typing relies heavily on muscle memory"

I woke up
Having reached for your warmth
The cool pre-dawn air always makes me shiver
And you, a super-charged beacon of heat
Of warmth
Who hushed as I rubbed your head your neck
Chasing the dark images from the cinema in your
FACT: I have trouble sleeping. Repetitive motion helps
Rubbing your back, win-win
Playing with your cock
Gentle, teasing , not to arouse, but to comfort
It was a night like tonight
My dark angle whispering to my soul
An agreement
So no one would feel violated
I would slide under the blanket close to
Take you ever so gently in my mouth
And wake part of you up
When your hands would reach for me
Your breathing intensify
Somewhere between the sleeping and waking world
Sleep would take over
Until you now more part of this world
Would pull me tight against you
Open me up
And dig deep into me
Rolling me onto my stomach
Fingers woven into mine
Half asleep
One body
Multiple orgasms my body tried to hold in
Your climax
You my big spoon
Me the little spoon
A smile, a giggle…

I reach for you, it’s chilly
My hand searches
Little spoon missing big spoon
Find me
I want to come home
Fuck You
Posted:May 5, 2021 2:59 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2021 4:26 am
Not in the way you’d like
In my mind it’s an extra long
Pegging your ass
Fuck you for coming back
For doing the exact same thing
AGAIN in March.
I don’t know who pissed in your Cheerios
But it wasn’t me.
You told my friend you were the asshole
Were? You are
And pity the replacement you lined up
Not even time to breath
You take another soul
To drag in the emotional baggage you carry
It was your birthday yesterday
Such a crime…
The delusion you created in your failing mind
I wish you nothing for your birthday
Normally my wish would be for you to
Get what you deserve in this life and the next
Not even worth that. I wish you nothing.
Not a thing
Fuck you for lying.
I’ll save that
For next year

Top Five Things... ( An Homage to “High Fidelity”)
Posted:Apr 8, 2021 7:35 am
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2021 2:20 am

Before I begin... If you have not seen “High Fidelity” ( movie or series) it’s fantastic..I imagine the novel is as well, but I haven’t read it.

Top Five Things I Miss About You:

1. I miss how our body's fit together when we slept.. my 5’2 frame against your 6’4 big spoon, little spoon.. didn’t matter.. the surprise in your voice the first time you said it..

2. Looking at your facial expressions when you were really excited about something.. the little boy hidden within the grown man.. Eyes glowing, face radiating like you’d made some new discovery.

3, Superman... but I may need to come back to this.. I’d be kryptonite, not Lois Lane.

4. Once a month Jacuzzi suites.. the ritual we created to get a jacuzzi suite, so we could have a space of our own, no animals, no housemate( me), aging parent( you caretake). Talking, laughing, fucking, eating, goofing around.

5. Everything, even the stuff that pissed me off... your stubbornness, how you could be so selfish and cold, but then do something so sweet like stop over just to give me a hug, or singing happy birthday to my mom on facetime the first time you met my parents. How in-spite of our differences we had a bond.
Your words.. we have a bond a connection.. mutual respect, a safe place to address any issues, not attack one another.
You made me feel safe.
I made you feel safe
I thought...

I think that is what I miss the most.. feeling safe, being open, vulnerable.. walls down with you.
You win again
Posted:Mar 28, 2021 5:01 am
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2021 4:25 am
Silly soul didn’t you see
The road block up ahead
Or were you
So blinded by the glow
That poured out of your
That when your gut chimed in
It was to late
To swerve
The heart still
Ejected from impact
Lay beneath the carnage
Trying to crawl it’s way
Through the darkness
The remanence of hope
The last bit of light
Ground beneath your shoe
Like a cigarette on pavement
To nothing.

Twice a year this comes out— St. Paddy’s tradition
Posted:Mar 18, 2021 12:15 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2021 11:22 pm
A song.
“ The boys in the barroom” by Robert Hunter. Youtube -4-13 (had make corrections.. things change after hitting post...

Does God look down the boys in the barroom?
Mainly forsaken but surely not judged
Jacks, Kings and Aces, their faces in wine
Do Lord deliver our kind?
From singin' for whiskey, strings a fiddle
Four the guitar and a song that I love
Many's the night we spent pickin' and singin'
In hopes it be pleasing both here and above
Jack string fiddle my saw tooth bow
Who loves loneliness, loves it alone
I love the dim lights like some love the dew
The only thing I wonder sometimes
Is does God look down on the boys in the barroom?
Mainly forsaken but surely not judged
Jacks, Kings and Aces, their faces in wine
Do Lord deliver our kind?
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Saturday Silliness.
Posted:Jan 9, 2021 2:11 am
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2021 3:31 am
“Shall we go, you and I while we can
Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?”— Robert Hunter

My muse’s are on vacation..
or resting
The fire in me burning bright does not move
The dark angel
The intoxicating nectar, juices flowing from me, in me
does not stir the light angel from her slumber
So, instead
Enjoy these memes, I hope you smile, snort, chuckle, laugh, guffaw


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