Other people make a space beautiful. I kinda feel dumb writing about this. However I have a lot
on my chest. I made the decision to start a new life. I have convinced myself that
in order to move forward, I must let go of the past. I am giving up my home. Not
house but HOME. A place that I built with my love and my dreams. My comfort
zone is going to be gone. I’m giving up my childish ways. My stuffed animal
friends, my doll baby (I say it backwards because although she is a doll she is
MY BABY.) I will no longer be able to put things the way I want them or how I
want them. I am letting go of my space. My individuality, creativity, my
freedom will be boxed up or thrown out or sold. No longer will I be able to
enjoy the company of pets that I am used to. With each word I type I begin to
question the choice I am making. Only because I am giving up soooo much on a
hope, not a guarantee. Not a promise, not even a wish, or an expectation. Sacrificing
my EVERYTHING for what if. I have not the slightest idea what I am investing
in. There’s no space there for me where I am going either. Will I be able to be
all Martha Stewart around holidays? Or Paula Dean in the kitchen? I like mix
& match furniture, walls with colors, themes, pillows, mirrors, plants, animals,
& … Too much to contemplate.
The memories of last nite when you joined me in the tub and how when you brushed me as you climbed in triggered something within. My juices got to flowing miraculously and uhh the way you felt inside me. The way my vagina hugged you never have you experienced this kinda warmth. Member how you cradled my hips as I rode The look in you eyes as you slip in and out... of consciousness. The music we made a lovely melody of "ohh baby you taste so sweet" as your tongue glide across my clit while you use it to write the alphabets my toes curled, my fingers grab your back, the sheets, your firm little ass cheeks the feeling of your love drippin on my skin I take u in and devour so many positions our bodies intertwine on the couch, on the floor, on the kitchen counter, against the front door… "Baby, don't stop… more, more… deeper I wanna feel u in my lungs… faster" You go harder your stroke I'm speakin in tongues… "Whose is it?" "Baby it's yours...

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