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One Aspect Of Our Lovemaking A Poem
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Posted:Jun 30, 2019 7:54 pm
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2019 7:48 pm
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It is funny to remember One aspect of our lovemaking. How when I was on top of him My hair would float over us How he would stroke it As I moved up and down. How he would move it Out of the way To kiss me How sometimes he would Use the ends to act like A feather to my nipples. Which he would then Kiss and suckle. Just thinking about this Is turning me on. You see how this could Lead to arousal? Mmmmhhhmmm. But truth be told It does not take much My mind acts like a lubricant KY Jelly wishes it had my ability Or if there were more like me It would go out of business. Or have less sales Only the rear end would need To use their product.
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Tell Me. A Poem
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Posted:Jun 30, 2019 7:11 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2019 12:46 pm
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Oh God! Why does it hurt so Thinking of him With another woman? Thinking of what I could be getting. Why must I torture myself Thinking of him With somebody else?
I know how pathetic I sound. But it's something the moment Can't be helped I want to be hugged Like a dog's thunder shirt As I am surely In distress And in need of comfort.
Tell me I am not alone. Tell me these thoughts are natural. Tell me I will be back To normal before too long. Tell me the pain Will subside And my tears will dry. Tell me I will be able To smile again And have it reach my eyes. My soul shining bright through them My heartache no longer Making it dim.
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Would I Have Been Content A Poem
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Posted:Jun 30, 2019 12:08 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2019 5:50 am
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Would I have been content Kissing and touching you Having wonderful sex With your rhythming ways That made me feel So many wonderful things?
Mmmmm, thinking about it Is making me long for it. It was not too long ago But soon it will be So far that I can barely see It in the rear window.
So while I can recall It with fondness Before another man And his prowess Comes along I will reminisce With just myself As you found me To not be enough.
Could I have been content? With just the physical? No. So I should thank you. You let me go To find the love You obviously Would never have lost.
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Worry A Poem
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Posted:Jun 29, 2019 11:49 pm
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2019 3:49 am
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Don't worry The end is coming. It is imminent A word is apt In it's description.
What is ending? You might ask. Something. You name it. Nothing lasts forever. Isn't that what We are taught? It is ephemeral. Individual lives are On this planet.
But this may be A small consolation To those suffering. The end is not Near enough.
I worry because It is my nature. Gosh darn anxiety It is in my DNA Foisted on me By prior generations. Don't just take My word for it. Ask my Mother And Grandmother. Oops too late They are both Long since gone.
I would say Live and let live If I could get myself To a place of freedom. But worry that is constant Won't have that As my mantra.
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Prompts A Poem
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Posted:Jun 29, 2019 10:28 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2019 5:55 am
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Prompts Oh thank you my friend You do me a service A real kindness In making me think.
Oh my goodness The tangents The connections. They can be divergent Or fluid What? They are the same Once you see they Have places to go. They coincide And coexist. They are two heads Of the same coin.
I suppose I should explain That this is just a trip Don't deny that you Have not taken one Time and time again I would say you were dead. For I think therefore I am. Get me? See me? Feel me? Those were things we said When we wanted to be heard And understood. Back in the 80s. When things were what? You decide.
Back to prompts Sometimes they are just To bring one back To the beginning And the start. Lucky for me I get to go back. Are things clearer Or is there more confusion? What is the matter? That kindness That service Doing a favor Or becoming a burden? How mindful can you get? Time to unload.
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A Further Journey A Poem
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Posted:Jun 29, 2019 10:09 pm
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2019 12:41 am
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What is real? Is it the pain? Or is it just My imagination Just something IN my brain. Emotions and feelings Playing their game.
I have this thought And then it is proven The opposite. How could I have Been so wrong? I think I thought My experiences prior Had to be in charge. They were the conductors Of the train Not letting passengers leave When disembarking was What they actually needed. Goodbye thoughts You have proved Yourself unnecessary In fact you are detrimental To a further journey.
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His Decision A Poem
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Posted:Jun 29, 2019 9:08 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2019 9:11 pm
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His Decision Written in 2016
They talked until nearly midnight. The night before they were to meet. They had about twenty four hours To get ready For their very first date.
It is a make-up one. For the first one had to be cancelled. Something had come up for him. She was left waiting. Then he told her what Had caused his delay.
He had not been completely honest. He kind of had a girlfriend One he still had feelings for. But one he saw no future with.
This other woman needed him. They had shared some things. Luckily they had no For that would have been much More messy And harder to extricate.
She thought he was so wonderful So funny. So charming. And the fact that he had never been married Or had Made him seem ideal. As he had no baggage to encumber him.
It was up to him. How to proceed. Was he going to stay with someone Who did not fulfill his needs? Or start something new with a woman Who appreciates so much about him. Who could be the woman of his dreams. A woman who could love him wildly And passionately.
Yes, that was it! The whole quandary. His whole dilemma. He could have a wild Passionate encounter With this very interesting And interested woman.
It could lead to quite an adventure As they shared so much in common And just enough differences To avoid ever being boring.
So they shall see If he will take the leap. His decision will either Make them very happy Or keep them in a holding pattern. Disrupting their sleep. Thinking of what could be.
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Returning My Texts A Poem
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Posted:Jun 29, 2019 8:52 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2019 6:05 am
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Will you be there tomorrow? Returning my text when I send one? I don't expect it to be instant But sometime during The day perhaps.
I so enjoy our conversations! They are varied And ever so interesting. I mean the topics Run the gamut From the mundane To the intimate.
Heaven forbid They become a pain. They become a chore. They become a bore. I will forgo a few days then To allow absence Growing fonder sentiment To kick in.
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Black Bug On A White Computer Screen A Poem
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Posted:Jun 29, 2019 7:09 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2019 10:32 pm
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Did you ever have one? A little black bug on your screen? Attracted to the light I guess. I keep having to flick the pest!
He is a persistent little bugger. I don't necessarily want To kill or squash him But flicking his little body Is getting tiresome.
I might direct him to Another white light source. I have plenty of lamps He can fly around. Good thing he is All alone. A bunch of them Could really be trouble. I would wonder what Was causing them. One means he snuck Through something Or defeated my prior Bug proofing methods.
Okay he has left For the time being. I don't put it past him To return to the light After all it is attractive To his ilk Like a moth to flame A little black bug To a white computer screen.
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Rough Draft Of A Perfect Day A Poem
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Posted:Jun 28, 2019 10:57 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2019 10:26 am
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I think I am going to remind someone Of what we pledged to one another It is not something fantastic Like a marriage vow It is just that we promised To share our version Of what a perfect was.
Yes, I know such a premise Of a writing exercise Could be nearly a novel If I made chapters Of the hours. Actions of the From the menial tasks Of feeding and walking My animals. The encounters with neighbors And some animal friends.
The sensual activities that A perfect would have! From morning sex To meeting for lunch Playing footsie the table Holding hands above it When we were able.
A perfect would have A walk around a pond or lake. I mean it could include Swimming if it were in season But that might have to wait.
I want a perfect to have Some things accomplished A few poems written. A finished. Ready to be formatted.
Dinner with my handsome man Something intimate With soft music in the background. The same actions as lunch On and the table.
When we made it to the car We kissed and kissed Like teenagers. Moaning and groaning. Like we were new lovers. But we knew in our minds That our lovemaking was So effing superb And orgasmic.
I make a joke about Not getting arrested For indecent exposure. We both laugh And say in unison. Let's go home. Yes, to our bed In our bedroom With candles And we give the morning Something to envy But not really The morning is another kind of feast Breakfast Whereas the night Is the main course. The acts and it's teasing Leading up to this Like appetizers.
This was just to tell my friend Remind him of our writing pledge. I have not done it nearly Enough justice This is really just the tip Of the iceberg Perhaps a rough draft. I need to work on it. Isn't that really what Perfection is made of? Practice? If I had this rough draft Of a it would still be So much better Than one without such Wonderful activities.
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No Longer Loyal A Poem
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Posted:Jun 28, 2019 10:33 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2019 2:43 pm
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A friend is trying to Talk of something. Something I want to do Really badly But it is not In my best interest.
It is just texting The guy who found Me wanting. You see he told me He was going With someone new Who might be Better suited to him In the long run. Yeah that stung But like I said At least he was honest.
He did not want to end things With me completely. He wanted to remain friends. He mentioned the option Of having me as a lover. Which made me shudder. Ugh. It is just too distasteful Being second fiddle.
So I did not him today My friend stopped . The urge was so strong. But what would it lead To anyway? He told what he thought I was not worth A long term thing. I was just Someone to fuck. Well he did say he cared And some other nice things About our time together And what we did And my pets. He said he loved them. Ah that was what was missing What I really wanted from him.
And so I texted him back. Funny thing, I was hoping You would fall in love with me. But since you didn't and can't I think I need to for Someone else who can. I have had FWB and NSA type things And they are not fulfilling To me anymore. I may be celibate for a while. I can go a long time without it. His response was Totally understand.
That is what I am dealing with. I could leave the door open For an occasional romp. Which would probably be Quite good. But not good enough. I don't think I would have The same level of enthusiasm. I mean I was being passed over. For someone else. And to be honest with myself He lost my loyalty to his pleasure.
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Tomatoes A Poem
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Posted:Jun 28, 2019 10:13 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2019 10:28 am
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It is recent As in last night. Raw emotions Thoughts still racing. What this means The end to things.
The thought As I was Wal-Mart. The tomato plants And what I was promised. Oh yes fresh tomatoes From his garden. Cherry as well as heirloom.
Now I might have to Grow my own. I did last year. Only one plant. It was not that productive But I can say I kept it up Throughout the summer.
Fresh tomatoes for my salads And my sandwiches. I guess it all depends On my mindset. Today I am remembering His garden. Will tomorrow it be Something different?
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Will He Miss Our Morning Sex Sessions? A Poem
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Posted:Jun 28, 2019 4:00 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2019 11:04 pm
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Do you think he will miss Our morning sex sessions? Will his next lover Be as receptive? I don't want to say That I am better But Iknow my attitude And penchant Makes morning sex An almost sure thing Whereas other women Might not be as keen.
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