Little girls are soft and sweet.
They skip and spin, such a treat.
Fierce friends and lots of fun.
They are as magical as the sun.
Giggles, glitter, grins and gasps.
Their moments together are a time lapse.
Happy little girls, best of friends.
Until their time together must come to an end.
(Cinn. & Angel, I hope you girls have the best day!)
He sees me.
Broken, in this moment.
Lost in the spiral.
Of my illogical thoughts.
I hold my tongue…
I contain my criticism…
I maintain my submission.
He sees me.
Wraps his arms around me.
Resets me HIS way.
Not mine.
I grin my dimpled smile…
I release my held anxiety…
I exhale my sweet magic…
He sees me.
My concern always for him.
Trust coaxing him.
To decide, for me.
I show my respect…
I voice my appreciation…
I become my submission.
He sees me.
And he tells me.
The thing I never thought
He noticed.
You are magical…
I wish I could peel back my wrapper,
Break apart the dark sweetness inside,
So that I might share it with you,
Allow you to take pleasure from me in a new way.
I wish you could taste my gift,
One deliciously decadent bite at a time,
So that it might be a part of you,
Allow you to organize your emotions as I do.
I wish I could get you addicted to me,
With my special allure, savoring my words,
So that you might crave me, need me,
Allow me to teach you how.
I wish I could entice you to use me,
To use my gift as if it were your own,
So that I might know what your heart feels,
Allow me to experience words dedicated to me.
I wish, sweet husband, that you’d devour me completely,
Leaving nothing behind but that pretty, shiny wrapper,
So that I might feel the freedom that lies within you,
Allow me to live inside of you, in your heart and soul.
I wish that, since that isn’t possible,
You would nibble on me at every opportunity,
So that I might experience love the way I can,
Allow us to enjoy the dessert that is us, often.
How’s your sweet tooth?
I know you feel me, in here, spinning and dancing, flipping and kicking. It is soooo much fun!! I hope you don’t mind.
I want you to know, I really like it when you sing. Especially the crazy songs you and bubbie make up. He’s funny!
When you swing or walk, I get real sleepy. But, I love it when you rock and sing. I hope you do that a lot. Forever.
I love it when Daddy tickles you. It makes me giggle, too. And when you stay up late talking. I like his voice, it’s nice.
I’m sorry about waking you up at night to give me milk already. I really like that stuff. It’s yummy. I’m also sorry that means you have to get up again to go potty… But I’m growing! I need my milk. And you may as well get used to it, now!
I can’t really be sorry about the other foods. You can blame me for your cravings, I’m ok with it. As long as you keep giving in when it’s something I really want.
I’m getting bigger, and I know sometimes I make you uncomfortable. But, it’s really cushy in here and makes me want to bounce. I know you like that too. Even if you complain.
I know, because you do it too. You play that fun, thumpy music, and dance around. When I’m born, I hope you’ll still bounce me like that.
I love you, momma. I can’t wait to see you. I bet you’re even prettier than I imagine.
And don’t worry. I don’t really like pale colors either. I bet we both look better in bright pink, anyway!!
Love,
Your dancing flower
(19 weeks)
Evening snuggles
Sleepy talks
Sweetness rains
Honest thoughts
Soft touches
Warmest kiss
Love nibbles
Delicious bliss
Passion grows
Heat expands
Pleasure found
Mouth and hands
Tender turns
Lust explodes
You demand
Open folds
Lost and found
Repeatedly
Until you leave
Your seed in me
Arms envelope
Delicately
Whispering, “you
Belong to me.”
Giggled hope
Mind swimming
World slows
Heart grinning
Ecstasy leads
Temporarily
Devotion holds
Permanently
Intoxicated by
Emotion from you
Perhaps addiction
Will grip me too.
In this moment
Gift from above
I am yours
Drunk with love
I could lie here beside you for hours.
Rubbing your neck and back, marking secrets on your skin with my fingertips, giggling and sighing softly when you guessed them, and pulling myself closer to you with each moment.
Eventually my warm body pressed against you, and wrapped around you, could send it’s own magical messages through you.
You could turn to touch my face and stroke my hair, whispering your bliss or gazing into my soul, entranced by my joyful eyes.
I could scratch through your beard, adoringly, until your eyes closed and complete contentment washed over you, leaving the sweetest smile on your lips.
We could make love and revel in it. Marinating in the pleasure of our lust and connection, enveloped in the exquisite perfection of each other.
We could stay in our bubble of passion until life forced our revival.
We could create our world however we want… force life to bend to our creation.
We could talk, dream, or luxuriate in that which only we share.
We could.
Can we?
Your arms, your grasp,
Your breath at my ear,
Your beard on my neck,
Your lips and tongue sear.
My mind, my heart,
My tears wet my pillow,
My body defies me,
My breath becomes shallow.
Your fingers, your rhythm,
Your touch is so knowing
Your desire interupts me,
Your love just keeps growing.
My mouth, my core,
My lust is so sinful,
My thoughts disappearing,
My hope wonderful.
Your eyes, your soul,
Your whispered delight,
Your true love making,
Your satisfaction, so right.
My arms, my grasp,
My forced restitution,
My will bent to you,
My only solution.
Your final, your forever,
Your only wish granted,
Your rediscovered love,
Your life, enchanted.
My magic, my fate,
My truth to be slanted,
My growth to be known,
My life, enchanted.
Our dreams, or infinity,
Our world replanted,
Our sweet, simple everything,
Our life. Enchanted.
The magic of spring refuses to go unnoticed.
My tulips in full bloom…
That snow-ball bush burgeoning with the promise of floral explosion…
Hostas reaching through the earth with more vibrancy than any year before…
Strawberry vines taking over my not quite forgotten vegetable garden, peppering the ground with sweet, white flowers…
Basil perfumes the air, along with the tiny, violet buds popping open on my lilac bush…
Soaking up the evening sun and languishing in the warm breeze…
Listening to the happy songs of the frogs, birds and crickets…
Breathing in the life all around and within me…
The magic of my garden is working hard to fill me up, light my smile and make me whole.
My magic.
The magic I make.
In my garden.
She longs to disappear, to the ocean, to the coast. Let salty air cleanse her weary heart. Feel the fine sand soothe her broken soul. Allow the tepid water to wipe her troubled mind. Send her spirit into the white capped waves, to escape.
She dreams of being free, nothing to tether her to this world or the next. Nothing making demands of her, no responsibilities to consider, no expectations to manage, no one to hurt her…
But no one to love.
Runaway… Run back home. Be loved. Be present. Be real.
Within my circle,
my bubble,
my world,
Many colors,
feelings,
thoughts,
A thousand wishes,
hopes,
dreams,
A billion fears,
worries,
hates,
A few joys,
precious,
sweet,
One bliss.
Single.
Fixed.
The circle is broken.
The bubble is popped.
My world is interrupted.
By bliss.
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