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Thursday, July 17, 2014

let's talk sex instead

can't write
want to
just can't

words escape me
they are running around
in my head
but I can't seem to coax
them out
so i write about sex instead.  or lack of.  what is this "sex" thing that I hear you people go on about anyway?  hmm, i vaguely remember, vaguely...

I wait for you
in bed
You walk in and join me
I am anxious
flirty
horny
and ready

You smile at me
brush the hair out of my face
My body reacts to your touch
however minute it was

We kiss softly
gingerly...

Ok, no we don't

We kiss hard
licking
sucking
biting

hands roaming
touching

breaths heavy
soft moans

Feelings of ecstasy take over

We are one 
in sync 
our bodies find their rhythm
and they play
and they play
until the crescendo erupts

And we lay there

Spent
but deliriously happy
_______________________

so how did I do? :)

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

how i spent my summer vacation or something like that

guess what? i can't sleep.  you know what that means, don't you?  that's right kids, mindless jibber jabber from me.  or perhaps more love sick poetry.  meh.  moving on.  what is up bloggies? i'm finally back from cancun.  it was the most amazing and relaxing trip ever.  i seriously did not want to return. i may have even cried a little.  yeah i'm kidding.  i didn't cry. that much.  if you have never been to cancun, i highly recommend it.  or any other destination that has white, sandy beaches.  i was in heaven.  for seven days i did nothing but lay out on the beach, read, soak up the rays, jump in the pool and fall asleep to the music of the waves crashing in.  it was fabulous.  i have the fierce suntan to prove it.  i've been to cancun many times before, so this time my only plan was to relax and de-stress. which i did, tenfold.  of course, with the help of grey goose, malbec and flor de cana, my stress disappeared.  i also wrote a lot.  which was very good.  nights were reserved for dancing and mingling.  and checking out the hot men. there was an abundance of that.  i may or may not have rendezvoused with a certain cuban musician.  hey, when in rome and all that...  it was fun.  i had fun.  and that's all that matters.

how is your summer going so far?  do tell...

i hope i fall asleep soon.  work is going to be a bitch if i don't.

pray for me.

alright that's i have for you tonight.  

be  good.

ps  LETS GO USA!!!  I BELIEVE!!! #worldcupdreams2014

hot summer nights result in this...

waiting 
wanting
longing
craving

you.

take me to that place that only you can make me go 
devour me with your mouth
your touch
your body

make me forget the pain
show me the way to happiness

make love to me 
as if it was the last time
over and over again


Monday, June 16, 2014

Friday the 13th -my new favorite non-holiday

Perhaps it was the full moon that was forecast for later that evening.  Or maybe it was karma, of the good kind.  Or better yet?  The stars aligned finally.  Who knows? But this past Friday the 13th will forever be embedded in my heart.  So remember back in April when I told you all about my Opening Day adventures at the Astros game?  And remember the story I told you about HIM and how for the past five years I have seen him at the game on Opening Day?  Well, guess what bloggies?  I not only saw him Friday evening but I also spoke to him.  That's right.  This girl right here, finally had the guts to go up to him after all these years.  And you know what? It was the best thing I  did that day.  Seriously.  No I was not at the ballpark.  Heh.   I was at a company happy hour with coworkers.  We had just had the day from hell and looked the part too, so we needed to drown our sorrows and angst in some adult beverages.  A lot of them apparently, from what I recollect.  Picture this, we were sitting at a table inside a neighborhood bar, it was directly in front of the door leading out to the patio.  I decide to sit at the end of the table, facing the door.  The place was crowded, loud and chaotic. Typical Friday afternoon right?  So as I'm sitting there I happen to look up just as the door opens and he walks in.  I glanced fairly quickly at him, thinking to myself, "He looks like _____" and then looked away.  Well he glanced at me too just as quickly as I had.  I returned to the conversation at the table but again, something made me look towards the bar which was directly to the the side of me.  And there he was again and this time, I took a good look.  And it was HIM.  As usual, my heart starts racing, I start feeling hot, my stomach is doing flip flops.  The first thing I think of course is, "OMG, I look like crap!" and "I'm wearing my glasses, double crap!"  But you know, sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.  So I scurried  to the ladies room with make-up bag in hand.  Re-touched my make up and pretended I looked like a million bucks.  I went back to the table and subtly searched the room for him.  He was easy to find.  The place is not that big.  I spot him near the bar and I just get up and walk up to him.  He had his back to me.  I tapped him on his shoulder or his lower back really, he's very tall and I'm, well I'm not.  He turned around and looked at me for a second.  I smiled at him and then he gave me that smile of his, that big, beautiful smile.  And then he gave me the best hug ever.  He was always a great hugger.  We started talking at the same time, laughed at that and then did it again.  We spoke for only a few minutes but it seemed like forever.  I congratulated him on his engagement and wished him the best.  He asked how I was doing, stuff like that. We hugged again, and he walked me back to my table and said good bye.  I of course, could not stop smiling the rest of the evening.  A meteor could have come barrelling out of the sky and landed right in front of me, and still, I would still be smiling.  I was so happy not only to see him, but to finally talk to him, after all this time.  I needed this to happen.  If for no other reason, than to lay something to rest that needed to be put to rest.  Perhaps you are confused and don't understand me and that's okay.  I understand me.  And now, if I see him next Opening Day, I won't hesitate to say hello.

In other news, I hope all of you Dads out there had a great Father's Day! Hope you were spoiled a lot, too. I was not able to see my dad today, but I did talk to him over the phone.

Guess what bloggies?  A week from today (well yesterday) I will be in Cancun, Mexico.  Fun, sun and relaxation with a few shenanigans thrown in,  I'm sure.

It's a new week friends, make it count.

Be good.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

...because a title escapes me

In approximately twenty-one days I will be boarding a plane to a little piece of paradise.  My family and I will be taking a much needed vacation to Cancun.  And when I say family, I mean ALL of my family.  Cousins, aunts, brothers, sisters, spouses, significant others.  Final count? 31 travelers.  Yikes! Someone warn the resort that we're staying in, that there's about to be a Houston invasion taking place.  I'm counting down.  It will be so nice to get away from the chaos that is my life -even if is for just a few days.

I've not been a good blogger lately nor have I been a good bloggie friend.  I apologize.  Work and personal struggles have gotten the best of me and warrant all of my attention.  I promise I'll be a better blogger once everything settles down with work and with my life.  Although, I have been writing a lot more poetry these days.  Troubled mind = creativity.  Some I have posted here and some I keep to myself.  At any rate, I hope you've enjoyed them.

I don't know why but I have been an emotional wreck lately.  I mean, moreso than usual.  I just think stressing about work and other stuff going on, has just taken a toll on me.  The upside? I'm writing more.  (just not on this blog) The downside?  I feel like I'm going a little crazy.  (ok, ok, crazy-ER)

Enough.

What's going on with all of you? Summer plans? Summer romances? Summer antics?  Do tell!
 
Alright, the bewitching hour is almost upon us.  Do me a favor, make it a great week.  I promise to visit your blogs soon.  I know I have neglected you.  

Here is something I wrote earlier tonight.  Check it out.   You can hate it.  Love it.  Ignore it.  That's fine with me, I just wanted to share with you.

peace.

_________________________________
i see you
every night
in my dreams

we are friends
we are lovers
we are happy

until

when the dawn of morning comes
we become strangers 

cold and heartless

i want to sleep forever.



Sunday, May 25, 2014

just me and my friend "insomnia"

it's 2:00 a.m. in the space city and i'm wide awake.  luckily tomorrow is sunday and i can sleep in a little. maybe.  my body doesn't seem to grasp the notion of "sleeping in on the weekends", regardless if i have insomnia or not.

blah.  in other news, my holiday weekend started off with a concert friday night.  journey played in my fair city, along with the steve miller band.  they are bands that i grew up listening to and were all the rage in the early seventies and eighties.  they actually still are pretty popular, the sold out venue where they played friday night, solidified this as fact.
the concert was great.  i was there with a group of friends and we sang along at the top of our lungs, along with everyone else in the crowd. all of a sudden eveyone was everyone's friend or bro.  lots of high-fives and fist pumps were given.  that's what happens when a huge crowds gathers and starts drinking hours before the concert even starts.  good times indeed.  heh.

but really, what's on my mind tonight, er, this morning, is something having to do with men (of course) but it can also be for women as well. when i was asked recently, to describe my idea of the "ideal" man for me, i gave my litany of qualities i would like him to have.  well the person that posed the question, then went on to tell me that basically, i was delusional and there was no such man that existed.  which bothered me because i wasn't making crazy demands. anyway, he went on to tell me that the person i described was "perfect" and "perfect" didn't exist.  i rebutted by saying that one person's imperfection may be another person's perfection. i don't want perfect.  i want perfect, for me.  how is that delusional?  the same can be said for men.  in the end, i think both men and women alike, are looking for the same thing, which is someone who loves them, is kind to them, and makes them happy.  sounds simple right?  if only it was.

what are your thoughts?

another thing on my mind tonight or this morning (all a matter of perspective, bloggies) is that i just found out someone i used to know, recently got engaged.  i am so happy for him.  i really am.  that news made me smile.  i wish i could tell him that, but i can't.  so instead i tell him here, in the confines of my blog. congratulations friend, i wish all the happiness in the world to you and your beloved.

my mind is reeling with all kinds of things in my head right now.  i'm sitting in silence but the chaos in my head is loud and  rowdy.  i thought writing would somehow quiet it down but no, not even close. that may be my cue to step away from the computer.  i know i'm not really making much sense.  and i'm totally sober too.

enough.  let me put this post out of it's misery.

enjoy your weekend kids, i'll be back after i've gotten some sleep.

in the meantime, be good. or be bad and come tell me about it.

-peace.


Sunday, May 18, 2014

silent interludes

daring each other
with every conversation

every word
goes dangerously
further than before

forbidden fantasies
remain only fantasies

stolen glances
secret smiles

hoping that one or the other
will dare enough for
both of us

but knowing
neither of us will

and so instead
we dance around
flirting
day after day
teasing
wishing

emotions growing
craving that
which cannot be

silent interludes
.