Not your average poem

This is not mine. But I love the imagery. I don’t know who wrote it, so if someone does let me know so I can credit them. 

Enjoy!

I have news for you little girl
this will not be some
tug at your heart strings
love poem

This is a
lost my patience
kick down the door poem

This is a 
suck the air
out of the room poem

A pin you against the wall
as the buttons fly poem

A fill my hands
with gropes poem

A sink my teeth into
your flesh poem

A suck on your 
sweaty collar poem

A force your mouth
open with my tongue poem

a feed off the sound
of your gasps poem

A take you on the kitchen table poem

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672 things to write about: Thing #2

Well isn’t this just a steamy affair all of a sudden…

This naughty little book just asked me to write a sex scene I wouldn’t show my mother. Hold on to your $%#^ peeps, and be forewarned. The content below can be only read by a mature audience. Or rather an audience old enough to read this. Maturity is overrated.

A Sex scene I wouldn’t show my mother:

He promised to be home at ten o clock. So she bathed, shaved her legs and rubbed everything down in his favorite lotion. Her body was covered in the sweet scent of musky vanilla. Her signature scent.

The kids were at Grandmas.

She went into his office and changed the time on the grandfather clock to midnight. The loud click that resounded throughout the clock could be heard throughout the quiet house. As the clock chimed 12 the clock swung open. Revealing a secret passageway. A passageway into what she liked to call the royal room of naughty. As she walked through the hallway that led into their secret place, the colors changed from the navy blue of her husbands office into the shade of royal and darker purples. Her favorite. She was wearing his black button up dress shirt, it flowed against her bare skin, it being the only article that she wore and she knew it was his favorite. It rested against her curves in the best way.

The time was 9:55pm, and he was to be here at 10pm. When this room was involved he was never late. It was a rare occasion of late for them to visit this room. To engage in its novelty and fun. To adventure into the serious realm of the trust they had for each other.

She put the blindfold on and lay upon the bed. As was customary. Since he was the one to meet her here she would be his submissive. Had she met him here and he had arrived first she would have been the boss and he the submissive. She did prefer to be his submissive. However could she get a could spanking without being the submissive? Though on the occasion that she was in charge she did gain a wonderful taste for telling him what to do. Tying him up, and then putting all of her in his face and demanding that he please her. A shiver was sent up her spine. She loved this room. Here they could be themselves. No need to be quiet. This room was sound proof. No need to be quick. When they came here there were no time limits. Only a serious emergency would drag them from this room. Or fire. And fire might be pushing it.

She heard the chime of the clock. He was here. Anticipation mounted inside her. Almost the same as he would be mounting her later. She giggled. She heard him breathing. She felt his fingers brush against hers. She heard the sound of the buckles and felt the tightening of her wrists in the bonds that were at the head and foot of the bed that she was waiting for him in. He meant to torture her old school. Once he had her feet and hands bound. She felt him climb into the bed. She felt his weight lay upon her fully dressed. He was breathing her in. He was taking his time to smell her, to feel her warmth flood through his body as he lay atop the full length of her. He buried his face in her neck, his hands in her hair. He inhaled deeply.

“I missed you kitty”

He pulls her hair back and uses it to tilt her head so that he has access to all of her neck and lips. She moves not, this is his game, his rules. She is awaiting her orders. He is still breathing her in. He drags his mouth, his nose across her hair, her neck, her ear, to breath her in deeply. Her scent fills his lungs, all the memories of this room flood back. HIs mind is filled with the deep musky vanilla that is her. He groans and pulls her tightly to him. He hears her moan deep in her throat all the way into her belly. Vibrating across him. The scent of her, the musky scent that is her, fills him, it envelopes him in her and he is lost in her scent, he is lost in her. He pulls her closer. Tighter to him. Normally this game would go on for hours, but something about her today makes him need to feel her hands on him, in his, on his face. Everywhere. He wants all of her tonight. He unties her, tears the blindfold off.

“I need you love”

His eyes are filled with want, need, love. The kind you only read about. The kind she is lucky to have. The kind she desperately wants to give him every second of every day.

“Make love to me then, Now. Don’t wait. Please love. I need you too”

No more words. No more talking. No more bonds. With eyes wide open he kisses her. His fingers entwined in hers. She tangles her legs in his, her smoothness a contrast of sexy delight against the hair on his. She tightens her grip on his hands, she bites his lip and at his gasp buries her tongue deep in his mouth, his tongue is then buried in hers and the cat and mouse game, the game of tag and any other type of game you can play in the mouth of your lover is engaged. He lets go of her hands, and grabs her face. He pulls her mouth closer, deeper into his. The heat of the room increasing all the while as the sweat drenches their bodies, she buries her fingers in his hair pulling him even closer.

Fire.

Passion.

Heaven.

His nimble fingers find the buttons that run down the front of her silky pajamas. One by one she can feel more and more of the heat of his skin, she reaches up her own fingers to find the buttons of the suit shirt that he is wearing. He needs her skin touching his, she needs to feel all of him against her. Their breath quickens, the nimble turns into fumbles as they try to unleash the other from the clothes that imprison their skin.

“So many buttons pretty lady”, he says against her mouth.

She tears the shirt from his back and he finishes unbuttoning her. She dragged her teeth across his chest, nipping at all his flesh, feeling the heat of his body on her lips, his hands dig into her hair and pull her head up to meet his lips. There is so much wonder to be found in her mouth, her scent, her hands. She kisses him deeply, as if breath and life were found inside his mouth, against his lips. Her hands find their way to his belt. She needs all of his skin against hers now. No more waiting, no more play. Just connection.

In moments they are naked. Feeling his skin pressed against her body, all of it all over all of her causes her to cry out.

“Now baby, Fuck me now. I need you inside me! Please”, she begs.

No more hesitation. He needs no more from her than those words. In one quick thrust he is inside her, buried deep and for a moment he stops. Just feeling him self deep inside. He can feel all of her surrounding him, pulsing rhythmically with her racing heart beat. She can feel him pulsing with her, she clenches him tighter, pulls him closer and wraps her legs around his waist. She pulls his face down to hers, she kisses him then and they move. Like a symphony of sounds and feelings. Like a musical song of intimacy and intensity. The music peaks, speeds up and and she moves against him.

Deeper.

Faster.

Harder.

Her breathing is coming in gasps, hands tangled in his, pinned above her head as he moves against her, faster, then slower. His teeth buried in her neck,  biting, sucking creating moans of languid pleasure, over and over again.

“I love you, honey.”, she pants.

She always says this right before she climaxes, and when she says it, it always throws him over the edge. It still amazes him that this amazing woman loves him. Wants him this way.

They both come at the same time, gasping, panting, moaning until the collapse of bodies, the unclenching of legs and limbs.

“I love you too beautiful”.

She smiles and kisses his mouth. So tenderly that it takes his breath away.

“You are mine all my handsome.” she says, with so much love and wanting in her voice.

“And you are mine sexy.”, he says, staring into her eyes with adoration and love.

So the moral of this sexy little tidbit. Even the kinkiest of people need some intense vanilla every now and then.

And now I shall run off and nap. I hope you enjoyed my little quickie. I certainly enjoyed writing it.

NFP

So now that I have had my girly surgery to fix my lady parts to previous untainted by endo condition, I am ready to get off the BC (birth control) and see if my body can return to normal. Here lies a problem. While Joe and I want to have a baby later on (which excites the crap out of me!) We want to wait. So now comes into play birth control methods that are non hormonal. And not gonna break my bank. So now I am researching NFP (Natural Family Planning) This requires temperatures to be taken every morning, and patterns, and dates, barrier methods (no condoms because that crap just isn’t gonna fly) I can see why our culture is so prone to falling into the trap of BC. Because it is so easy. There is little thought needed. It is not required for you to be intelligent and patient. You just do whatever you are told and sheeple along with the other drones. 

It sounds like tons of work. Luckily for me I already have months of periods tracked. So now I just have to track my temp and watch the dates in my calendar and watch my  mood. I was reading and I have realized that there are times when I feel more primal. These are the times when my body is probably in baby making mode. Which is another thing that I can watch. I want to remain true to my body. Try to get to a more natural state of things so that I am not entirely finding myself relying on the poisons of this world to take care of me. Now, whether or not that leads to my mom crocheting a blue or pink blanket who knows. But I know this. I am gonna try to make me the healthiest me I can, while still have tons of fun. I read a great blog post about NFP and other birth control and I will link it here for anyone interested. It was a good read. Also for those of you looking for a spermicide that isn’t going to be chemically bad for you, you can go to http://www.ladytobaby.com and purchase come good stuff from them that is all natural and proven effective. 

Thanks for listening to my banter. Just some mini thoughts for the evening as I sit here alone avoiding my math homework. 

Blog link: http://theprimalparent.com/2011/05/19/the-primal-dont-wanna-be-a-parent-guide-to-natural-contraception/

All my love,

Lady X

Just one of those days….

Dirty TMI post warning:

 

I have decided that upon occasion I am far too horny of a girl. This horny is not caused by a lack of satisfaction. There are factors I believe that are involved. Let me explain. 

I currently have a house full of kids and a smokin hot boyfriend with the day off. I am pretty sure that alone makes my panties wet. I look over and see him engrossed in homework and literally wanna tear off my clothes and shove naughty lady parts in his face. This is obviously prevented by the fact that there are almost half a dozen kids here. 

Conversations and pictures on facebook. In the current planning for another photoshoot for this summer with my favorite photographer, and the inclusion of one sexy boy toy, I am “researching” picture options. The current idea is 1920’s P.I. and damsel in distress. Couple pictures just make me crazy! 

It also doesn’t help that a facebook friend referenced my naughty baseball story, and the musical balls (naughty toys). Makes me want to break mine out, and just walk around all day feeling super naughty. 

I am just a giant ball of hormones and crazy right now! This will be my outlet currently. Just for sanities sake I will stay away from the website extreme restraints as it makes me want to buy naughty toys. I will stay away from previously written naughty by yours truly as my stuff is hot and makes me hot too. Sigh. I am a naughty naughty girl.  (insert angelic face and naughty eye wink here) 

Sadly for you the reader, this post is about nothing but my ability to not get laid right this second. Because in my current state a quickie will not suffice. Oh no it won’t. This mess of intensity will have to wait to be satiated until bedtime. Because it is gonna be a long night. Any ladies who read this and have ever been vexed like this can relate. It happens sometimes that it is just far too intense to be caged or easily dealt with. So for today, torture is the prescription, followed by an evening dose and ecstasy. 

Hope you all get the same.

Patiently waiting for relief, yours always,

Lady X

 

Locked out of Heaven

Weird that today Bruno Mars said it best. Heard this on the radio and thought of my sweetie. I really did feel like I had been locked out of heaven. For too long.

 

I love you Joseph.

Bruno Mars: Locked out of Heaven

 

 

 

One, two, one, two, three

Oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Ooh!
Oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Ooh!

Never had much faith in love or miracles
Never wanna put my heart on the line.
But swimming in your world is something spiritual
I’m born again every time you spend the night

Cause your sex takes me to paradise
Yeah your sex takes me to paradise
And it shows, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause you make feel like, I’ve been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
Yeah you make feel like, I’ve been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long

Oh yeah yeah yeah
Ooh!
Oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Ooh!

You bring me to my knees
You make me testify
You can make a sinner change his ways
Open up your gates cause I can’t wait to see the light
And right there is where I wanna stay

Cause your sex takes me to paradise
Yeah your sex takes me to paradise
And it shows, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause you make feel like, I’ve been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
Yeah you make feel like, I’ve been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long

Oh oh oh oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can I just stay here
Spend the rest of my days here
Oh oh oh oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can’t I just stay here
Spend the rest of my days here

Cause you make feel like, I’ve been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
Yeah you make feel like, I’ve been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long

Oh yeah yeah yeah
Ooh!
Oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Ooh!

Eyes Wide Open

 

 

Once upon a time, before Joseph and I were a couple, we had a conversation (induced by tequila) about what makes a good kisser.

 

The conversation talked about compatibility with the person, reading cues, body language, attraction. Something I never thought of, and something he said that he did, was look at the person you were kissing.

 

This sounded like romantic blasphemy to me. Why would you do that? Doesn’t that ruin the mood, take away from the moment? And so I tested this theory of course. When Joseph first kissed me I didn’t open my eyes, but later, when I felt more comfortable I did. And I felt awkward at first, but it changed into something very personal, very intimate. I realized how much your eyes can share with a person when you look at them while sharing something so intimate as a kiss.

 

The kama sutra talks about it too. It amazed me when I read the kama sutra that it is less about sexual pleasure and more about connection. About reaching that pure intimacy with the person that you love. Opening your eyes for a passionate kiss allows you to look into someones feelings. It isn’t an obtrusion, it is a look at how someone really feels while they kiss you.

 

I have alway felt like kissing is one of the ways that you can show someone you how you feel. Put all those emotions into that moment and really give them that feeling that you are there. And opening my eyes, looking into Joseph’s and taking that moment to really see how he feels, show him how I feel is so intimate that it is more earth shattering for me and my girly heart that the best orgasm. Because I am a girl I can say that.

 

So while this post isn’t very long, I want to share with you a moment that you can have that you may be missing. An intimacy that you haven’t shared with your love before.  A look that you are missing, adoration in your lovers eyes. Try it sometime. It may change your life.

 

Always with all of my love,

Lady X

Insert Corny Title Here

It is hard to believe that once you have been with someone for nearly 8 months that it would actually get better every day. I keep waiting for it to start getting old. To get boring and settle into a nice but monotonous pace.  But it is getting better every day for me this time. Everyday is new and amazing. Every kiss is the first kiss. Every I love you makes my tummy go crazy. I giggle at the mushy things he says because if you had asked me 2 months into this if it was going anywhere I would have said no. I hadn’t expected it to last through the summer. But here we are. Evolved into a brilliant couple. We work well together, we spend lots of time together. Probably more than most couples do and it never gets old.

Cosmo tells me that the average early 20’s couple has sex about 120 times per year. Now I have asked people at work if that is a lot. The mix of answers ( I have lots of early to mid twenties friends) and the verdict is that is a good decent amount. Some say that is a lot.

I say that is not nearly enough. Or even close.

In the nearly 8 months (8 months on the 24th) I am heading around the curve for about 250 and can say with almost certainty that I will break 300 before the year is over. It’s just that good. Hardly a day goes by. Now some people would say that its all about sex. (cause that is a lot of sex)

I can say with complete confidence that simply isn’t true. We read together, play games together, cook and do dishes together. We sleep together every night.  If I need something he gets it and vice versa.

Better than all of that. The quote of the week comes from my middle daughter. She was overheard talking to my oldest. She told her that sometimes she likes Joe more than Daddy.

This is yet another big win for me. I want the girls to love Joe almost as much as I do. And that is because I can’t even begin to describe in words or place an amount on something that I am blown away by daily. I literally enjoy taking care of him and I watch him enjoy taking care of me. And now I see him interacting and taking care of the girls and I am even more in love and blown away. A man who started off our friendship saying that in another life we would have been perfect together because my whole set up scared him is now jumped on the horse and is ready to take it all on. He told me he is scared to death. And I am too. But he wants to be here. With us.

And I am completely jubilant over it. Head over heels. Lost. Hopelessly in love.

And he is too.

Le Sigh

So what is this post about? Nada. I just felt the need to pour out mush and since facebook no doubt gets tired of hearing it I felt like I could just pour some out here.  We have another poetry reading in December. And I want to write some mushy Christmas type poetry.

The Christmas season is upon us. Thanksgiving is coming up and then I get to take my girls and Joe and pick a Christmas tree.  A brilliant family holiday. I am so damn happy.

For a little while I didn’t think I could find a man who would stick around and who would take on the baggage and the past that I have.  But it happened. And I have hope for the future. I am taking each happy day with much gratefulness to God and thankful for watching the girls be happy too. I am mystified that Even for a moment, even though things are hard, that happiness is abundant. And it proof that in the endless cycle of making someone else happy, if you work hard for them, and they work hard for you, happy pours out in waves, endless waves. And it is infinite.

Don’t take the person you love for granted. This world isn’t perfect, and neither are people. We are flawed and emotional, driven to be jealous, crazy, scared, full of fear and sadness. But when we take the time to remember how we were made, fearfully and wonderfully, and we remember to love that way. There is no limit to how happy you can make someone when you pour everything you are out into them and you will be amazed at the feeling when they do the same thing to you. It is an overflow that can’t be described and you will find yourself happier than you have ever been, in love in a way that you can’t describe or imagine. You will be happy with the little things and you will be more grateful for what you have than you could possibly imagine.

So now that my tangent of mush is over I hope that in that mess you can find wisdom. God didn’t mean for us to be alone. He even said it wasn’t good. And in our lonliness we forget what it is like to serve someone and be served the way God intended.

 

I feel a love like no other, and I see my happiness pouring out and overflowing on my girls.

The proof?

Today in the car I was listening to Owl City. The honey and the bee was playing. Aimee says to me. “Mommy this song is about a girl and a boy who love each other. It’s like you and Joe. You and Joe love each others. I really like this song Mommy.”

She sees it. And I am glad. They have never seen a positive, loving relationship. I was worried that maybe they wouldn’t understand. But I am reassured that they see it. And they approve.

 

All my love bloggers. Thanks as always for listening to rantings and ramblings of the quietly crazy woman who comes here. To pour out the things of her heart and mind so they don’t overflow.

Always,

Lady X

 

The Honey and the Bee – Owl City

 

Don’t remind me
That some days I’m a windshield
And other days I’m just a lucky bug
As cold iron rails leave
Old mossy trails through the countryside

The crow and the bean field
Are my best friends but
Boy, I need a hug (boy, I need a hug)
Cause my heart stops without you
There’s something about you
That makes me feel alive

If the green left the grass on the other side
(I would make like a tree and leave)
But if I reached for your hand
Would your eyes get wide?
(Who knew the other side could be so green?)

Don’t remind me
I’m a chickadee in love with the sky
But that’s clearly not a lot to crow about
Cause when the stars silhouette me
I’m scared they’ll forget me
And flicker out

I taste honey but I haven’t seen the hive
Yeah I didn’t look, I didn’t even try
But still my heart stops without you
There’s something about you
That makes me feel alive

If the green left the grass on the other side
(I would make like a tree and leave)
But if I reached for your hand
Would your eyes get wide?
(Who knew the other side could be so green?)

We are honey and the bee
Backyard of butterflies surrounded me
I fell in love with you
Like bees to honey
So let’s up
And leave the weeping to the willow tree
And pour our tears in the sea

I swear there’s a lot of vegetables out there
That crop up for air
Yeah I never thought
We were two peas in a pod
Until you suddenly bloomed
Then I knew
That I’d always love you
(Oh, I’ll always love you too)

If the green left the grass on the other side
(I would make like a tree and leave)
But if I reached for your hand
Would your eyes get wide?
(Who knew the other side could be so green?)
If the green left the grass on the other side
(I would make like a tree and leave)
But if I reached for your hand
Would your eyes get wide?
(Who knew the other side could be so green?)

And if I reached for your hand
For the rest of my life
(Who knew the other side could be so green?)