Category Archives: Wicked Wednesday

Do you want to play a game with me?

Let my body be the board…

Your fingers the pieces…

Your lips the dice…

And there are no rules for where you move.

 

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Driving down a dusty road at dusk, it’s time to stop
My eyes are growing weary as they follow the blacktop.
The tears are causing prisms as they well up in my eyes
If I were to be in a wreck it’d come as no surprise.

Now up ahead I see a sign and I choose to pull in,
The neon from the diner draws tattoos upon my skin.
The parking lot is empty but for three late model cars,
And dust upon their bodies shimmers brightly like the stars.

The bell above the door rings softly as I step inside,
Not many there to see the tears upon my cheeks have dried.
There’s not a lot of clientele, and so I take a seat
Upon a tattered stool I take the load off of my feet.

The waitress brings a coffee pot and motions to the cup,
I nod and watch the ember liquid as it fills it up.
I curl my fingers round the mug and stare into the dark,
The tears are welling up again, for you have made a mark.

I never drink my coffee black, so now I add some cream,
And then a pack of sugar that dissolves into the steam.
And as I stir the sugar in I feel a tight, sharp pain
For everything that could have been if it were not profane.

I miss your touch upon me when I wake up in the dawn,
Your caress and your whispers that would always turn me on.
The strength of your libido as we’d fuck the day away,
And yet somehow I didn’t have the impetus to stay.

I think about the love we shared and what I’ve left behind,
The way you used to fuck me; our libidos intertwined.
I miss the things you’d tell me that would make me feel so good,
I want to have you back again and be the way we should.

My coffee’s almost finished and my stomach feels full,
I have half a mind to turn back as I feel your longing pull.
I take another mouthful and I grimace at the grounds
What’s left is just the bitterness, as crazy as that sounds.

I leave a tip and go outside and climb into my car,
My heart is torn but going back would be just too bizarre.
I wipe my eyes and start my car, and drive into the night,
My life is like my coffee cup, now empty, but all right.

 

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Wow – the 300th prompt for Wicked Wednesday! That’s absolutely amazing.

Three hundred is a lot – You could:

– Have an orgasm lasting 300 seconds
– Enjoy foreplay and sex for 300 minutes a day
– Spend 300 hours having sex in a week
– Have an orgasm 300 days of the year
– Make it a goal to have 300 weeks with oral sex at least once (that happens to be just over 69 months)
– Spend 300 months being in love

Here’s to another 300!

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I could fuck a pirate…looking deep into those smouldering eyes.

Is that a peg leg, or are you just happy to see me?

 

 

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If I could build a time machine I’d start out in the past
And make small changes in my life that hopefully would last.
They say that just a butterfly can change the course of time
And messing with reality would really be a crime.

But nonetheless I’d journey back and change the time we meet
A casual encounter on a busy city street.
I wonder if you’d know me underneath the cloudless sky
We’d be much more than strangers that first time I passed you by.

We’d quickly become lovers and we’d stay together true
I’d fuck you every morning as the sky was turning blue.
I’d love you in the evening and fuck you again at night
And nothing would go wrong with something meant to be so right.

If I had to journey back I’d want to bring you back with me
To love me and to fuck me and to keep me company.
But in the present you’d be waiting; I’d find you anew
And I would spend the rest of my life loving both of you.

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