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Wicked Wednesday: Recollection

Anders Zorn [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Anders Zorn [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

As I look at my reflection in the mirror on the wall
I think it’s not quite accurate, and doesn’t show it all.
I see the solemn vestiges of life that’s now gone by,
Sometimes at speeds that bend the rules and make me wonder why.

All the wrinkles forming on my brow are from much more than age,
They come from things that happened and from them I try to gauge
The worry and the pain I’ve felt, and also all the joy,
The life and love and happiness that nothing could destroy.

In my eyes I see reflections of the times when love was new,
When all I really wanted was to be caressed by you.
I’d feel your arms around me and your cock pressed in my back
And we’d make love with the mirror watching, never keeping track.

You are often there behind me, although sometimes I’m alone
And your eyes roam down my body and then venture to your phone,
At other times I feel strong arms around me yet again,
I close my eyes and lean in close and feel no chagrin.

I think my true reflection is more like that in a lake,
Its surface still and calm and yet below prepares to wake,
The wind blows, causing ripples and I see myself distort,
My features meld and blend into a rather confused sort.

My fingers break the surface and I open up my mind
like a flower craving sunlight as I leave all this behind.
When the water stills I see myself look back into my eyes,
And I know that things will turn out better than I can surmise.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Necessary

By Ambrogio Alciati [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

By Ambrogio Alciati [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

What is necessary is what I need -

Space to grow into who I can be

Feeling safe no matter what happens

Freedom to say what I need to without fear of reprisal

Honesty and openness

Love without boundaries or conditions.

 

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Dating Profile

Woman's silhouette with chair

By DeeJayTee23 (http://www.flickr.com/photos/djt23/3207556438/) [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

If I had to write a profile for an online dating sight,
I’d take my time and then create a profile that was right.
I’d want to have a profile that listed pros and cons,
and hope that I would not receive the crazy bad come-ons.

I’d start with all the basics: my age, my height, my weight,
and that my hair was (often) blonde and that my eyes were slate
(or blue or green or sometimes more depending on the day)
And then I’d pause and think about what else I ought to say.

I’d write about things I enjoy, like reading in the park,
and picnicking with wine and cheese and walking in the dark.
And soaking in a hot tub, and getting a massage,
And looking through the scrapbooks that I find in the garage.

I’d also write about emotions, things that make me cry,
Like watching a sad movie or eating spicy Thai.
I cry for different reasons, and I’d mention that I do
Cry long and hard when orgasming, or getting a tattoo.

I’d list the traits that I would like in a potential mate,
Like honesty and humor, passion, tenderness innate.
We’d have to be compatible both in and out of bed,
And he would have to woo me with his body and his head.

I would hope I would attract the lover of my dreams,
The man who’d be my soulmate, yes, as silly as that seems.
The one I’d spend my life with until we grew old and grey,
Our love would be forever, always, never giving way.

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Wicked Wednesday: Meeting

Mihaly Zichy erotic inkwash picture of woman receiving cunnilingus on a desk from a man.

Mihály Zichy [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

I hate meetings. Sometimes they’re useful, I suppose, but usually they’re dull, dry affairs. If there’s anything worse than a meeting, it’s a meeting in the early afternoon just after lunch.

Today was one of those days. I’d gone out to lunch with a friend to a Mexican restaurant nearby. I only had iced tea with a splash of lemon to drink, but I’d had a few too many chips and salsa while we were talking, and the chicken enchiladas I’d ordered were gone in no time. I was full and getting sleepy. I wished I was back in my office, where I could keep busy and stay awake, but instead here I was trapped in a meeting that wouldn’t end.

I was tapping my pencil slowly on the table. Tap. Tap. I was bored and trying not to fidget. The conversation on the other end of the table was like a metronome – slow, steady, and monotonous. My eyes drifted to the window, but all I could see was a grey sky filled with clouds.

I leaned back in my chair, pretending to be interested in the discussion going on. My eyes roamed over the people around the table, many as bored as I was, until they finally settled on Aaron. He was new to the company and delicious to look at, with his thick brown hair and rugged face. He usually wore a t-shirt to work, and his biceps bulged wonderfully through the sleeves. His jeans were tight in all the right places, and I’d often think that I wanted to get to know him better.

I closed my eyes, imagining that the meeting was over, and Aaron and I were the last to leave. I was taking my time gathering up my papers, and I felt him stop behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and his fingers started gently kneading them. It felt good, and I leaned back, letting his strong fingers work their magic. His hands worked their way lower, cupping my breasts through my blouse, and my nipples hardened under his touch.

He spun my chair around and bent to kiss my lips, our tongues seeking. I could feel myself grow wet as his lips kissed my cheek and then my ear, his hand slipping down under my skirt. He pulled my panties to the side, and the jolt was electric as his finger began to rub my clit. His lips found mine again, and we kissed hungrily.

Aaron pulled back and knelt before me. I scooted to the edge of the chair, pulling my skirt up as he slipped off my panties. As his warm tongue touched my clit I gasped, and I couldn’t stop moaning as his tongue flicked up and down my clit and his fingers slipped inside me. I ground my hips against him, my fingers pulling on his hair. His fingers moved faster, and he began to suck on my clit, causing me to gasp. I was close to cumming, and my teeth clenched as I felt myself contract.  He went faster, and my juices flowed over his fingers as I came.

My eyes were closed, and as I struggled to catch my breath Aaron kissed the insides of my thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair, wishing we could go on forever.

My pencil fell from my fingers and I started awake. I bent down and retrieved it off the floor, and then composed myself and looked around the table. No eyes were on me, and the discussion was still continuing. I couldn’t believe I’d dozed off for such a short time – it had seemed so real. I looked around the table again, and this time my eyes met Aaron’s. He smiled at me, and I felt myself grow wet again. I hoped I could invite him back to my office later to see where that smile led.

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Wicked Wednesday: One Man

By Iampartha (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

By Iampartha (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

One man stands alone
on a hill,
standing still,
and his will
is as firm as a rod.

He stands and he waits
for the call,
held in thrall,
till nightfall
when he’ll drop the facade.

When night finally comes,
and the light
turns to night,
there’s no fright
that he feels in his soul.

Is it love that he feels,
or instead
maybe dread
in his head
as he tries this new role.

The wind picks up now,
and it blows
through his clothes
and he knows
things will turn out all right.

He is strong and alive,
he knows love
from above
it’s behove
and his heart is not tight.

He knows that below
she awaits
by the gates,
love creates
solace in his mind now.

For she waits
just for him,
not a whim
on the limb
and his thoughts will allow.

As the sun rises
low in the sky,
he knows why
time’s gone by
and he must make amends.

For if he does not
she will flee
then be free
he will see
that they cannot be friends.

One man stands alone
then he turns
stomach churns
and he learns
what she means to his heart.

And together they stand
they are strong
it’s not wrong
much too long
no more keeping apart.

 

 

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