Me Time

Today was an awesome day.
I sat in the sun and read.
Finished off Murder in the Multiverse by R.E. McLean.
I really enjoyed but there is physics and a lot of technical mushed in.
And have begun The Great Pockes by R.B. Taylor.
Earlier this morning my post was going to be angry.
Again I was reading and again ignorance was being displayed in all its glory.
However I was so angry that I needed a cooling off period.
If I had written then it would have been a froth of angry thoughts with little cohesion.
So I am letting it simmer.
Which left me with a hole for today’s post.
I mean what do I write about?
This morning when I was out I was sunning my back.
This afternoon I was out in my zero gravity chair reading and enjoying the cool breeze that would kick up every now and then.
Suddenly the wind picked up a little more and I was content to ignore it because the sun was hot and it was cooling me off when it felt like I am being pelted with sand.
As odd as that was I looked over to my left and…..
Before my eyes the dust began to form into a cyclone picking up green leaves only from the ground.
It moved quietly dancing along the ground and I swear I could see a shape.
Mere fancy I know.
For a moment I thought it might speak to me.
I watched as it spun around the side of the building and saw it collapse leaves falling to the ground.
I have lived here for 6 years.
And have been sitting outside for 6 years that never ever has that occurred before.
It was really cool.
Had it spoken to me I might have freaked right out or maybe I might have made a new friend.
©July 1/21
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Savage Seduction

Hunger
wanton desire
flares
flick of tongue
over lips
coy glance
hand skims
drawing eye
flare of breast
curve of waist
swell of hips
dark magic
hidden in the cleft.
Seductive night
candle light
sandalwood scents the air
come behind
pull me close
hand to throat
head back
soft breath
intake
moan
mouth
teeth
nape of neck
legs tremble
please.
Scooped up
lay me upon the bed
undress
feverish
needing to feel naked flesh.
No gentleness
no niceties
thick sheath
fills me tight
fills me full
liquid spills
screams
head thrown back
as you bite…..
marking me…..
taking me…..
owning me…..
sending me over
abyss of pleasure
eyes closed
subtle shiver
milking you with tight quivers
entwined
heightened breathing
begins to abate
satiation
tonight’s wild delight.
©June 29/20
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