What Do YOU Want?? Pt. 2

I want you to look at me
with naked need and lust in your eye

I want you to take my hand
saying nothing, and lead me away

I want you to push me against the wall
kiss me hard - your tongue dominating my mouth

I want you clawing at my clothes
ripping them in your haste to get them off

I want to lick and suck on your nipples
hear you hiss in frustrated desire

I want to pull your head back
and leave my teeth marks down your neck

I want you to pin me, hold me down
and fuck me til time itself ends

I want you with all the madness and insanity
passion has to offer...and more

Random Sayings In My House

It hurts to be beautiful -
And takes a while too!!


God watches over
Fools and Children
In this house
We have BOTH!!!


Just because I'm paranoid
Doesn't mean they're not out to get me


Work with what you've got
Not with what you want


If life hands you lemons
Sling em back and add a few of your own


Child- "Let me guess....I'm smarter than that."
Parent- "No....you're not that dumb!!!"


I wish I was a glow worm
A glow worms never glum
Cuz how can you be grumpy
When a light shines out your bum

Do Not Disturb...Already There

Thoughts abound in my head
Swirling and whirling widdershins and back
Things and places and people
A woman like me ought not to think of


Oh but I think,
Yea Gods do I think, and wonder
Picture, imagine...fantasize
These things I think scare, shame yet titillate me

A peek, just a little peek
Into the twisting turns of my mind
Be warned, some of what you see
May not be, to your liking

A friend betrays a friend
And my mind screams for satisfaction
Make the bones crunch and the blood flow free
Assauge the anger inside, make a statement: Don't Fuck With Me

The quiet morn before everyone is up
A moment to reflect and cherish
To go inside oneself and find the calm
One rarely achieves, many thanks for my life

The shared joy
Of a job well done
The pride a mother feels
When their creation conquers and exceeds

The burning heat and desire
To be roughly taken, writhing with abandon
All hands, lips and skin...mmmm, naked skin
Growls, moans, sighs and screams

Worry, losing sense of self, self-worth
Always someones something, never me
If I lay down and died
Would anybody notice, would they care

Oh, the stoopid factor
First day with a new brain excuse
For yet another dumb thing
Escaping out my mouth

These are just tastes, ideas
Of the ingredients in my mind
Each one a meal in itself, yet not
Remember to leave room for dessert

What do YOU want?

Warning: I'm trying my hand at a new type of writing. Pls bear with me! Haven't quite decided how far I want to take things

I want the brush of your lips on mine,
Your tongue in my mouth

I want to hear you sigh with pleasure,
Your teeth on my earlobe

I want my bra on your floor,
Your hands on my breasts

I want to feel your passion slicked body,
Your thrusting, fullness inside me

I want to see your face when you explode within me,
You rock my world

I want you to want me
Like I want you

The Masque. An Epic...Something

Corset laced tightly
Garters knotted above the knee
A rustled feel of silk
As the dress glides down her body

Heated water for shaving
A snowy white linen shirt waits
Crisp creasing, line
The very front of trousers

Feathered with beading creation for her
Solid satin and velvet for him
Masks hide upper and lower
Portions of facial features

Cloaks and cooler wear handed over
Thousands of candles flicker
Musicians play somewhere in the din
The air is heavy with anticipation

She blushes
Heated looks directed her way
The burnished gold of her gown
Lends highlights to her red-brown hair

Dressed, the style of latest fashion
Firm upthrusting of breasts
While tapering the waist
Leaving a trail of fabric to follow

He pulls at diamond encrusted cuff links
Ensuring their continued presence
Taking a glass from passing trays
Unaware of the appreciating looks he receives

Attired in dark breeches
With waist and short coat to match
The lightness of his shirt
Sets him apart in a sea of colours

Music growing louder, dancing begins
The intimacy of the atmosphere
Rules begin to blur
Dancing with the same partner becomes unnoticed

Catering to the darker of society
Alcoves wait, just out of sight
Standing ready for those who wish
To linger beyond a dance

Rashly choosing to "experience" herself
She is unprepared for the sensual stirring
That permeates the heavy air
Ready to abandon this ill conceived plot

Turning on slippered heel
Dress accentuating every curve
Stops short, all thoughts fleeing
The sight of raw maleness bearing down on her

He ponders the fresh face
Standing just affront the dimness
Almost inviting one,
To escort her back into the darkness

Noting that he is not alone
In his discovery of her
Knowing she'd not remain so for long
He quickly hastens to her acquaintance

Ensnared by deep, dark, liquid eyes
Her heart slamming in her chest
Bowing, he requests her hand on the next dance
Accepting she enjoys the thrill of anxiety that floods her

A brief moment, he feared she would rabbit
Denying him the feel of her softness brushing against him
Seeing resolve replace fear
The first fingers of heat begin to prick

to be continued

Pet Peeves

Perhaps more accurately titled "Things I Hate" or just plain "Stuff that Bothers the Shit Out of Me" I am in a mood, and really don't care right now. The problem is that objectively speaking, I know that when I wake up in the morning I'll probably regret writing this. The real test will be if I actually post this. You see, in my humble opinion, I've got to be the worlds biggest coward. But right now, this moment, I'm irritated enough to type this out. So here goes my list of things that bug the ever living crap out of me.

1. People whining. The sound of someone, especially children, whining is worse than nails on a chalkboard to me. My house is a whine free zone. I refuse to repond whining. Scarily enough this works!
2. Not taking "No" for an answer. With this one I'm a hypocrite. "No" to me is the beginning of negotiations. Although when I say "no" I mean "NO!"
3. People who aren't reliable. If you say you're going to do something, then DO it!
4. Lateness. If you can't be on time and not call to let me know, then that's just disrespectful.
5. Guys telling my husband how hot I am, in front of me. Seriously, it makes me feel like a friggin' piece of meat. Um "hello?" I'm standing right here. There is more to me than how I look.
6. Guys that stare at my chest. Looking I can deal with, staring is just rude. If you catch me oogling some guys ass or trying to figure out if he dresses to the left or the right, Pls let me know. I try to be discreet.
7. Asking my husband for permission to do something with me, before you ask me. I know to a male this denotes respect. To me it's fucking insulting. Last I checked I am my own person. If you wish to do something with me, ask me. Then if your conscience pricks at you ask my hubbie. I have yet to have a female to ask my permission in regards to my husband.
8. Assumption. This one is and all time irritant. Do not assume where I'm concerned. You want to know something, ASK! If i get mouthy, don't assume I've had too much to drink. I can be just as bad, or worse drinking Pepsi. My mind thinks that way regardless of what I'm doing, saying or ingesting. The more comfortable I feel with you the raunchier I can get. I expect you relize I'm not serious.
9. Using inebriation or being high as an excuse. Heads up people, alcohol and drugs serve as a truth serum. Nothing or nobody could make you do something you didn't want to just because you were "fucked up".
10. The "Blame Game" Similar to #9, but instead of blaming some sort of chemial intake, they pass the buck onto everyone else possible BUT themselves. Grow a pair. Take responsibility for your actions. We live in a world where nothing is our fault. Child throws a tantrum, give them a treat to stop the embarassment. Man can't commit to a relationship, no stable father figure in the home. Teen beats another classmate to death, TV violence. Are we really this ignorant?? Am I to believe that we can no longer tell right from wrong?? Is it possible that as a society that in our quest for equality we've become...stupid??
I hate that word - stupid. Especially when applied to me. Nothing raises my hackles faster than someone saying or even implying that I'm stupid. So it's a word I do not use lightly. I prefer to use the phrase "smarter than that." But I can find no other descriptive, other than, stupid.
Which just goes to show, that as much as I try to go by my personal code of ethics - I too am faliable. Sucks, don't it?

Random Babblings of Things in the Night

It's 3:30am and I'm going to try to go to bed...again. I've just finished watching PRS, probably not the smartest thing to go to sleep on, considering their "dead time" is between 3am and 4am. Being right at the mid point now, my ears and eyes will prick up at any sound/sight initially unrecognized. But I get ahead of myself.
PRS stands for Paranormal Research Society. It's on A&E at 10pm, then again at 2am. And of course you are rolling your eye's and snorting but I am intitled to my own belief and one of them happens to be things that go bump in the night. With good reason.
I was the "weird" kid to begin with. I can honestly say that I haven't really out grown that yet. So it should come as no great shock when I say "I see dead people" On a side note I would point out that as a child I saw a greater number of dead people than I do today. Most of the time I thank God, the Powers that Be or whomever is out there in the great beyond. The rest I cuss myself out for being such a coward.
Even to this day, whenever "someone" visits for whatever reason. I am awakened from a sound sleep only to open my eyes to a complete stranger standing beside my bed. I do what and sane, rational person does...I yank the covers up over my head and mentally say the "Our Father" in my head about a thousand times. Then a couple more for good measure.
It's freakin' scary to open your eyes and see "someone" you don't know from Adam, standing there staring down at you. And if that doesn't jump start your heart, you squinch your eyes shut only to have your brain kick in, snap your eyes open again and "they" don't even have the courtesy to still be there. I mean - come on, "You" wake me up, scary the living crap out of me... atleast stick around to say "Hi, how are ya?"
The instinctual feeling that someone is there is similar to having one of your children come into your room in the middle of the night. Or if you don't have children, then one of your drunken buddies crash and can't seem remember where the bathroom is. If you are a light sleeper, your subconscious hear the foot steps to your bed or notice the change of smell in the room. (Everyone does have their own unique smell.) If you're really good you just have the sense sense that somebody is there. Either way you stretch, opening your eyes a little and mutter whatever the response is to the question asked. If you're a heavy sleeper your child/buddie may have to call you a few times or even poke you. The end result is the same. You stretch, crack your eyes a bit and rollover and mutter.
Now imagine going through the above mentioned actions as they may apply to you. But when you open your eyes - it ain't your child or friend standing there looking at you. In fact it's a "person" you've never seen before. If you're lucky, there is space between you and this other "person". Like a foot or so from the edge of your mattress. As a society we're conditioned to notice things, you should be able to see facial features, upper body, clothing. What kind and colour and make of shirt and so forth. Since you don't recognize this "person" your mind will automatically do this for an accurate description later. A quick thinker may think that their house has been broken into.
Now if you're not so lucky you get "someone" that is right up in your face. Speaking from experience it is rather unsettling to wake up to another face less than six inches away. That time I did more than just hide under my covers, I squeaked. I'm not a screamer by nature. people who like to come up behind me and "Got'cha" me get little more than and sharp intake of breath. And by no means is this an invitation to try and see if you can make me shriek.
In this instance awakening, looking right into the eyes of another "person", I'm embarassed to admit, I backed the fuck up, dive rolled over squeaking as I curled into a tight little ball. I don't believe I moved for the remainder of the night. Sadly it was the next day I realised who my visitor was.