Tuesday, December 13, 2011

A Want for True Love


We spend so much time wondering about the future.  Tomorrow is not promised to us.  It is time to stop and smell the roses.  Live for today, enjoy the now!  We as people fear the unknown; this fear has a way of adding limitations on all that we do.  Whether we are afraid of a person, place, or thing it affects our being.  Taking that leap into the unknown takes courage, the ability to accept failure, and accept what ever the outcome maybe. 
Because we may fail at attempts to make something work, does not mean we should give up.  I have been molested as a child and have had two failed marriages.  Does this mean that I give up on finding or being blessed with the love of my life? No.
If I did give up, then my wonderful beautiful sons would have never been born.  If I give up, then the idea of marriage would be out of the question and the idea of knowing that my partner for life would not exist.  I want to know what it feels like not to be able to breathe without him.  Miss him so terribly, I sleep in one of his shirts.  Make love to him and cry with tear of happiness because he feels so good.
If I give into my fears, then none of the above will happen for me.
I watch people…couples, singles, children, elderly.  To see elderly couples together and know that they have worked hard to get to this point of loving one another so unconditionally, is joyous.  To see a wife take care of her husband with no questions asked, is breath taking.
I often wonder, how many fights they have had?  How many times “I love you” was said? How many kisses given?  Are they still holding hands?  How many times she has picked out his tie or told him “those shoes” or “that shirt doesn’t match”? How many times has he told her “your beautiful”? How many times has he told her “I don’t like that dress” or “wear my favorite dress”?
What makes the dress his favorite? What makes that shirt her favorite?  Does the color match his eyes, her eyes? Does it bring out the color of his/her hair? Does it bring out his/her skin tone?
I heard a woman say, the very thing her husband did that she loved about him when they first met, now drives her crazy.  She made the statement with a smile on her face.  So, she must still love those things about him.  The same woman stated that if he dies before her, she would not know what to do because they shared so much together.
I recently had a volunteer call me to tell me her husband died.  She stated she could no longer volunteer because this was something they shared and enjoyed doing together.  Without him it would not mean the same for her.
Love in both of these capacities is what I wish and long for.  I believe in love at first site.  I believe in soul mates.  I believe in fighting for your love one. I believe in standing by until the end. I believe in love.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Lethal Weapon

Love’n you is the sweetest thing I could ever do
Love’n you is the sweetest thing I could ever do
My heart sings to you
Wondering if you love me the way I love you
See love’n you is a dream come true
Making love to you is a sweet samba of mystical hue
Watching your body move is a symphony of musical notes creating a melody taking you on a sensual flow
Love’n you is the sweetest thing I could ever do
My girls ask me “what makes me so crazy over you”
Need I tell the secret weapon he holds within?
See ladies, his tongue is lethal to your skin
Just thinking about the way he moves his tongue
Makes my nipples hard, sprung, and erect
Makes my clit pulsate wanting his touch
The way his tongue moves, girl I tell you
Thinking about the way he had my ass on the top step
Legs spread eagle awaiting his intent
Watching him grin as he headed down to commit the crime
I graciously accept the punishment and will do the time
My body quivers as he makes his approach
Knowing the pleasure I’m about to receive with each tongue stroke
Let the session begin
With the 1st lick I’m about to bust within, my mind racing back to a previous experience
2nd lick oh my, he looks up and gives a wink to say “hold on tight I’m about to unleash a tongue lashing you won’t ever forget”
3rd and 4th lick Oh My God! His fury is about to begin
His lethal weapon is unleashed and my head is in a spin
He grabs my hips tight moving in sync with each tongue stroke feeling like I’m ready to release on sight
He twist and turn his lethal weapon like no other has done before in my life
He’s just about to bring me to a climatic roar
Taking long slow licks like I’m a melting chocolate smore
He sucks my clit like he’s a kid in a candy shop sucking on a cherry jolly rancher wanting more
My pussy hot, temperature at 110
Riding my pussy with his mouth as if riding a jet ski on the ocean water front
He swirls, dips, and dives. Going left, going right taken me on the ride of my life
My dam about to burst forth of my juices running long and hard
Mimicking the flowing run of the Nile
Now girl, you know that is Cuming hard
He has me moaning and groaning, singing sweet melodies of Oh My God and his name I dare not speak
Sucking all the juices of my sweet peach he brings his lethal weapon to a slow and pulsating beat
Breathing hard, ready to retreat, sweat popping off my body ever so sweet
He gives me one more lick to tease
Looks up and smiles to say “I’m not done yet”
Adding his fingers to the 2nd half of the play
“Oh shit! I’m in trouble now” I say
Placing 2 of his fingers deep within “Damn girl you wet” he says with a grin
Feeling my pussy walls grip him again and again
He says “you’re ready for me to come in” gives a wink and begins
Feeling his fingers moving, imitating the movement of his dick
His thumb circling my clit giving me feelings of ecstasy all over again
Adding his lethal weapon to up the score,
Girls, I have to tell you, I can’t take no more
With my hands upon my own breast, Feeling my nipples hard and erect
My pussy throbbing, clit jerking, Feeling like I can’t breath
He takes my breathe away with each stroke of his tongue
His lethal weapon has me sprung
Ready to surrender all I have to give
My second climax about to begin
My legs trembling and shaking, body quivering ready to release all within
I can’t hold back from fighting the feeling building again
Butterflies flying inside circling to the dance of pussy eating fire going on outside
Mind, body, and soul in a state of pleasure receiving
Feeling intense emotion, he is not ceasing
His lethal weapon upon my clit, sucking, biting, teasing….Oh Shit!
Fingers inside my pussy feeling the waterfall of my juices flowing down
It’s time to bring this to an end
I can’t take no more feeling overwhelmed mind and body in a spin
Cumming hard arching my back off the floor to give rise to the cum going out my pussy door
My hands grabbing the floor to make my body secure
Oh Shit! Cumming over again
Cum running all down his chin, down his forearm at the end
“That’s what I’m talking about; my job has come to an end” he says with a grin
Laying on the step out of breathe, I’m thinking...he can do that again.



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