bighoss2's Blog - page 4

When I was young, I used to stretch out in the cool grass and wonder who painted the sky. Of course, once I became more enlightened, I discovered something all together different. Today I was staring off into the distance, just wishing to be elsewhere, when I noticed the clouds. Without forethought or contemplation, the little boy popped up out of the grass and called shenanigans. "Look! Look! LOOK! There, where he changed colors! You can see the brush strokes!!!!"

Funny how the subconscious can so quickly be a child again. For a moment I was 8 again, rolling around in the grass, cackling like a sneak theif, and shouting "I told you!"



I don't know if you can see it in the phone pic, but it was a sky full of brush strokes.

A nibble on a lower lips that trails over inviting neck. Which is more distracting, the teeth that slip over tasty shoulders, or the nails that lightly circle over lower back? Large hands wrapped over delicious waist pulling you in tightly. Oh, how the mind does race. Tender nipples pressing into warm chest. How long before nails must sample that perfect ass? How long before fingers stretch to take in more and pull you tighter? How long before they lift you back to this hungry kiss. Your back must be getting cold. Turn a around let your body be pulled back into mine. These lips have hours of exploration yet to do. They will not rest until they savor all of you.

Another beautiful spring morn, another want to start the day with your kiss, another gentle kiss and the day is born, another caress that lingers throughout the days reminisce, another welcome home in her heart's embrace, another kiss I am sent floating off to dream, not another hope any other could replace, not another as perfect as your kiss in the morning suns first beams.

I don't care the words.
I just want to hear
Voice so very sweet
Please come bless my ear
Like a delicate touch
Come wash away my fear
Speak of anything
I will feel you near
Even a whisper
My heart will hear

I can think about you in the quiet time.
In times when the world passes one like me by.
The world forgets me, and I remember you.
I can speak to you in rhythm and with rhyme.
Yet simple prose does not quiet my heart's sigh.
How long, I wonder, before I hold you.

Hey! It's Easter. So, I am officially making it Lego Sunday. Ok, so I have no official anything but this is cute none the less.

I like it soft and warm like a summer rain
Those eyes, those lips, oh my, girl I'm glad you came
a blessing in everything that you do
my favorite part of you, is the way we move

Life is empty without you here. I so often wish I could cry or hope you in to being, but you remain there snug in my dreams.

A quiet moment alone in a cool spring breeze. Give yourself away. Let the breeze not pass over but through. Let the cool air replace every piece, every part of you. Trials, tribulations, worries, wonders, fates, fears, exist with you elsewhere, but you are no longer. Here is only this wind. Simple complete without end.