Mellifluous Musings
 
Welcome to my blog!
Keywords | Title View | Refer to a Friend |
His One Month Anniversary. A Poem
Posted:Jul 26, 2019 7:39 am
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2019 4:44 pm
5077 Views

I had the thought
That today was their
One month anniversary.
You don't know
How much I was tempted
To make a snide comment
a to that effect.
Tell him don't forget the flowers
Or some such thing.

It was only hurting me.
To mark this occasion.
I doubt it it had that
Much significance
Even to them.

I don't want to admit
How much of a loser I am
But here I am writing
Needing to get
It off my chest.
2 Comments
Stealthy Late Night Meal A Poem
Posted:Jul 26, 2019 2:06 am
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2019 11:53 pm
6015 Views

I am hungry
But it is late at night.
I am wondering
If I should have
A snack.

I was doing a mental inventory
Of what I had that I could make
Perhaps a sun dried tomato wrap
With tuna fish and spinach leaves
Add in some kind of hummus
As a dressing
Or I could save that for lunch
That would be the more
Appropriate meal for sure
Instead of a stealthy late night meal.
But I still had hunger pangs
Not sure what I should make instead.

I guess I might just have
A handful of crackers
I could cut some cheese
That expression made me laugh
Because of it's use
In another matter.
But that is me
Silly at this ungodly hour.

If only I could just hold
Off til tomorrow.
I think I might be proud of myself
Instead of giving in to
This stealth mission
To sate my late night hunger.
I could save the calories
Until the morning.
4 Comments
Expectations Of Love And Trust A Poem
Posted:Jul 25, 2019 11:51 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2019 7:16 am
6035 Views

I hear the loneliness
Between the lines
Things you mention
But don't emphasize.

You have been hurt
Many many times
Your expectations
Of love and trust
Never met.
People just failed
In that regard.

I so want to hug
And comfort you
Tell you that you matter
So very much
That I will do my best
To live up to those
Those expectations
Of love and trust.

If we are honest
We can try this.
I say try because
We are only human.
And we are not error free.
So the best policy
Will be to take one day
At a time like they say
For so many other things.
3 Comments
My Darkness A Poem
Posted:Jul 25, 2019 10:57 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2019 2:10 am
5545 Views

My Darkness Written in 2015

Hello darkness my new friend?
I welcome you with trepidation.
I seem to have possibly mistaken
You for one that is caring
Of whatever I am feeling.

You sit in silence
Or you offer whispers.
I cannot tell what is on your face.
I suppose that is just in case
You might offer a harsh judgement.
Or even offer an agreement.

Deep within myself
I recognize a kinship
Darkness in my soul,
It can indeed take hold.

Regrets of thoughts
Brought about by various stuff
That just cannot be tossed
But need to be worked out
Or cut out like a cancer,
Or treated gingerly
Like an infected ulcer.

If only the darkness
Had had that light
Once upon a time
Shed just right.
It might have made fewer shadows,
Fewer possible ghosts to haunt.

So darkness I am sorry I begrudge
Your very existence.
For you lack something
And your lack is mirrored at times in me.
An absence of light.
6 Comments
Hands That Lead A Poem
Posted:Jul 25, 2019 9:24 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2019 4:34 am
5594 Views

You know my hands
Will want to wander.
They have a desire
To touch.
You all over.
It is affection
It is wonder.
It is an urge
That is primal.

Can you relate?
Do you have a similar penchant
For touching ?
My hands,
My arms,
My ,
My neck
Ah it will send
Nerve endings firing.

And then
Nature will take over.
We will be like we
Are on auto pilot.
As we maneuver
The landscape
That is our bodies.
Til we get to
Our final destination.
7 Comments
Cabin In The Woods Deja Vu A Poem
Posted:Jul 25, 2019 12:00 am
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2019 12:10 pm
5811 Views

We often talk about
Scenes we would like
Today you mentioned
A cabin in the woods.

Ah the thought
Does send shivers
Down my spine.
How nature would be
The witness
To our lovemaking.
How the noises
Would be so different
From the city ones.
The cacophony somehow
More soothing
But why we knew not.

We would show
What we were made for
In our purest forms.
Yes, it would be primal
And natural
But also beautiful.
We would be making
Memories that seem
Like deja vu
As such loving actions
Are instinctual.

We would not want
This foray into
A sensual paradise
To end
But it would
And the memory
Of our cabin in the woods
Forever something
To smile about.
A deja vu experience
That was made real.
4 Comments
To Sleep On A Cool Summer Night A Poem
Posted:Jul 24, 2019 11:53 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2019 7:45 am
5708 Views

It was a beautiful
Summer night
Just right to sleep
With just a sheet
And maybe a fan.
The vision I had
When you mentioned this.
It sent shivers
Down my spine.
I asked what you
Would be wearing
Under that thin sheet?
Would you be naked?
To which you replied
"Yes."
More parts of me
Began tingling.

I had the vision
Of how we would
Lay next
To one another
Both naked
It was like it was telepathic
As you said we would
Be cuddling
My head on your chest
My leg entwined with yours
And my warm little furnace
Against your thigh
You said you would be
Offering it protection
Ah that thought
Made me feel
So comforted.
I do believe that
Would be the overall feeling.

Your arms
Your chest
Your legs
All next to mine
My head being
Lulled by your breathing
And the steadiness
Of your beating heart.

You see what you do honey?
You give me images
To make me feel
That you hugged me
From far away.
Making the night
Less lonely.
10 Comments
Moaning Is Natural A Poem
Posted:Jul 24, 2019 11:37 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2019 4:35 am
4874 Views

I will be moaning
Ever so much
When I feel him
His body and his lips.

His kisses will be
Like a switch
To my moaning
I am not sure
What will stop them
Except the ultimate act
And long after
As our affection
Will make
My murmuring
Keep going.

I did ask him
How he liked moaning
He said he found it
Very arousing.
So with that thought
I will not inhibit
What comes so natural.
5 Comments
Morning And Breakfast A Poem
Posted:Jul 24, 2019 11:32 pm
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2019 12:16 pm
5006 Views

We have talked about
What our morning sex
Would be like
How it would be
So wonderful to wake up
With one another
How we would touch
And with full arousal
Give each other an encore
Of the night before.

How afterward you would
Do something that you love
You would me breakfast
Of an omelette with
My choice of ingredients.
But then I said
I wanted to share
In the making
As I wanted our togetherness
To continue uninterrupted.

I joked that I would
Slap and stroke your butt
Stand behind you
And maybe blow
On your neck
And ears
Plant kisses if I felt
Like it.
And boy would I!

You said you would
Probably need to touch
Me too
So we might just end up
Burning those omelettes.
Uh oh! Oops!
I doubt I would let
Our antics get that far.
I would pay some attention
To what was cooking.
After all I really hate
To waste food.
7 Comments
Where The Rejection Process Leads A Poem
Posted:Jul 23, 2019 11:59 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2019 4:21 pm
4875 Views

Will tomorrow be the day
That I turn the corner
Flip that switch
That says I have
Figured out further
Communication unnecessary
And counter intuitive?
It produces nothing
But further delay
Of the healing process.

My friend kept asking me
What do I get out of it?
This guy rejected me
Chose another woman
Saying she was more
Suitable for him.
I had already surmised
That if his ex wife ever
Wanted him back
He would go willingly.
So there was always
Something that was looming.

What was it?
It is like that puzzle
That you can't find that piece
That fits a certain place.
I was still at the stage
That so many things
I was going to miss.
But could another man
Do the same things?
Yes, after a time
A man could make me feel
Comfortable and trusting.
He could come to love
My animals nearly
As much as me.
He could bring gifts
He could make me laugh.

But the unique things
Those are harder to let go
His sing song accent
His cuteness and furriness
The dreams I had
Of what we could be doing.

I can let these go!
I have to !
And I will!
You know that saying
If it is the last thing I do?
No, in my case
It will be the next thing
For that is where this
Rejection process leads.
3 Comments
Steps And An Escalator A Poem
Posted:Jul 23, 2019 11:47 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2019 12:19 am
4261 Views

Make a list of
Those goals
You seek
1.2.3.
If you can
Make another list
With steps
For each.

Doesn't that sound easy?
It sounds like a breeze.
But doing those steps
Take some kind of traits
Of will power
And perseverance.
For those of us
Who lack those
On occasion
We may stop
Moving forward.
We sure wish
There were an escalator!
It would make
Goal achievement
Almost certain
Unless there were
Mechanical failure.
1 comment
Lonely Together A Poem
Posted:Jul 23, 2019 11:40 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2019 12:03 am
4248 Views

We are lonely together
It beats being lonely alone
Do you get the difference?
At least we had one another
To chat with online.

And boy did we!
Daily for over a month.
He was there
When I had a broken heart.
He was there
When my sadness
Over my rejection
Would flare up.

I was there to make him feel
Wanted and needed.
We had plenty of flirting
And sexual banter.
But it was probably
Going nowhere
Except we felt warmth
For a moment.
Ah yes that was the emotion.

Lonely together
Less lonely would be
More appropriate a term.
For our loneliness was diminished
By our interacting
It sure beats the alternative.
Not having anyone
To talk to
Not having that ear lent
To our goings on.
Not having the kindness
And compassion
That we offered.
1 comment
A Genie Granted Love A Poem
Posted:Jul 23, 2019 11:07 pm
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2019 11:30 pm
3657 Views

If a genie were to appear
And offered you one wish
What would you wish for?
Can you answer this?

I immediately say
World peace.
As that is something
I have wanted since
I could think globally.
And it is oft cited
In beauty pageants
Do you remember
Miss Congeniality?

But if the genie said
That is beyond his realm
I can only give you
A wish that pertains
To you as an individual
I would say I would
Want to find love and
Have my love returned.

The genie would probably
Be shaking his head
You could have asked
For millions of dollars
You could have asked
For fame or even to be
A powerful politician
But instead you choose love
You are indeed a romantic
And so voila!
A man from far away
Appears in front of me.
He is someone I have known
But could never meet
Because of distance
And money.

He might shake his head too
And say "Is this a dream?"
The genie and I would reply
In near unison an utterance
"You are a dream come true."

He will say my name
And the genie would disappear
For this man has had his
Heart assessed
A love that matches mine
He now does possess.

Now to explain how he
Came to be in the US.
Without a passport
Or any documentation.
I think that would be
Something the customs officials
Would frown upon.
I will have to say
He was here
By divine providence
And hope that they
Leave us lovers alone.
2 Comments

To link to this blog (yesmamallthetime) use [blog yesmamallthetime] in your messages.

55 F
January 2022
Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat
            1
 
2
 
3
 
4
 
5
 
6
 
7
 
8
 
9
 
10
 
11
 
12
 
13
 
14
 
15
 
16
 
17
 
18
 
19
 
20
 
21
 
22
1
23
1
24
 
25
 
26
 
27
 
28
 
29
 
30
 
31
 
         

Recent Visitors

Visitor Age Sex Date
beantowncyberdud  61M4/20
beantownniceguy61M3/30
cars4me2  67M2/23
Culturedplaymate 65M2/21
rm_EASY12341000  63M2/20
allen5559  62M2/18
hellooo13757M2/13
Delken331M2/10
RideMeSlowly470  52M2/10
spunkycumfun 61/67C2/6