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Wicked Wednesday: The Wedding

Wedding bouquets and handcuffs

“Esposas de Matrimonio” (“Wedding Cuffs”) by Catarina Campino GFDL and CC 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons

The symbols of love…and togetherness…

and so many other things left unsaid.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Strangers

Interior of a crowded subway car on 7 train Queens bound late evening. Image taken by Daniel Schwen on Dec 6th, 2004. {{GFDL}} via Wikimedia Commons

Interior of a crowded subway car on 7 train Queens bound late evening. Image taken by Daniel Schwen on Dec 6th, 2004. {{GFDL}} via Wikimedia Commons

We often think the stranger is the one we do not know,
And on the train to nowhere in the subways deep below,
We look at all the faces and we wonder who they are,
And why they’re traveling tonight, and whether they’ll go far.

I look at all the people and make stories of their lives:
The businessman reading a book he got from the archives.
The student standing listening to his music on his phone -
I wonder if he’s meeting friends or going home alone.

I see a lone reflection in the windows of the train,
For I am also on my own, and feeling not quite sane.
I’m lonely and I’m anxious, and I’d like some company,
To have a brief encounter just to pause the misery.

Within the glass I catch the eye of a young handsome man,
He’s standing right behind me, and I wonder if I can.
He stands a little closer, pressing right into my back,
And I can feel how hard he is as the train goes black.

We’re traveling through an empty stretch of tunnel and it’s dark,
I wish we were alone so we could see that struggling spark.
I press myself against him and I wish that I could turn
If my raw desperation he can easily discern.

The lights come back and we are pulling now into the station.
The man I knew’s no longer there, and I have no elation.
Although I don’t know who he was, I knew him in a way,
He wasn’t quite a stranger, and I feel a deep dismay.

I often think of strangers as the ones deep in shadow,
But sometimes it’s the ones I’m closest to that I don’t know.
I don’t know what they’re feeling and the chasm’s growing wide,
I keep my feelings to myself, and hidden deep inside.

Some times I see reflections of the moments that might be,
I hold these closest to my heart and hope they will change me.
We live our lives like strangers as we’re riding on a train,
I wonder if we’ll ever have the love we had again.

 

 

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Nature

RK Beach photo

By Adityamadhav83 (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

The sun is shining down
casting waves of heat off of the lake.

I take your hand
and lead you along the shore,
our toes digging into the warm sand
as we walk.

I lead you over to rocks
that jut out into the water,
and we slowly make our way
through the gentle waves
until we pass the rock
and are alone,
waist deep in the water.

You press me into the rock,
your lips seeking mine
and my hands caress your back
as your hand slips inside my bikini bottom
and you feel my wetness.

I wriggle my hips
as you slide my bottoms off
before removing your own.

Your cock is hard,
and I feel it press against me
as you pick me up.

The cold water caresses my ass
as you enter me,
and I gasp as I move up and down in your arms
riding the waves of pleasure coursing through me.

We cum together, our cries
masked by those of the seagulls
circling above.

You carry me to the rocks,
kissing me before helping me ashore.

Nature is beautiful.

 

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Haunted House

Hollywood Tower Hotel ©2017, Sammi Lou Thorne

Hollywood Tower Hotel ©2017, Sammi Lou Thorne

 

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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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