Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Who's Afraid of the Boogeyman

MARY HAD A LIL LAM WHOSE FLEECE WAS WHITE AS SNOW
AND EVERYWHERE THAT MARY WENT THE LAMB WAS SURE TO GO
THEN ONE DAY MARY & HER LAMB RAN INTO MS. SNOW WHITE
SHE WAS WITHOUT THE SEVEN DWARFS AND IT WAS NEARLY NIGHT
MS. SNOW WAS AT HER WITS END WITH NO SOLID PLAN IN MIND
SHE & MARY WERE NERVOUS HEARING TALES OF THE BOOGEYMAN
SOME SAY IT WAS HIM; NOT THE WOLF WHO TOOK RED RIDING HOOD
ALL ALONE GRANDMA IS STILL OVER THE RIVER & THROUGH THE WOODS
"BAAAA" CRIED THE LAMB AS A FLASH OF LIGHT ZIPPED IN AND OUT
WHY IT'S ONLY TINKER BELL THERE'S NO NEED TO RUN AND SHOUT...
I THINK SHE'S COME TO SHOW US THE WAY FROM PEI TO HOUSTON
PINOCCHIO SAYS SWING BY AND HE'LL GET US SOME FREE SHOES IN
DID YOU SAY FREE SHOES? WE SHOULD SURELY BE ON OUR WAY
THAT'S A BETTER DEAL THAN PAYLESS SHOES' B.O.G.O ANY DAY!!
SO SNOW WHITE, MARY, AND THE LIL LAMB LOOKED UP TO TINKER BELL
PLEASE LIGHT THE WAY TO PINOCCHIO'S WE'RE MISSING A SHOE SALE

EPILOGUE
The Ladies never make it to Houston with their new shoes. There were too cute to put that many miles on them. So they loaded up the truck and moved to Bev-Er-Ly....Hills that is. Swimming pools, movie stars.....

The End

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Are You My Friend?

Why do you call yourself educated and not know that little words in the wrong context create big wounds in people you claim to respect, adore, and care for?
Why do you call yourself well rounded when you can't see or accept others' opinions if they don't line up with your own?
Why do you refer to yourself as a child of God when you are so quick to look down your nose at your neighbor, ignore a child in the village who needs direction, and eat in front of the hungry without offering to share?
Why do you claim to be ride or die and trustworthy but will blab your friend's secrets, faults, and shortcomings all in the name of feeding the flames of gossip?

Truth be told I'm not really interested in what you call or refer to yourself as. My concern is not in who you claim to be. As a potential recipient of the words you utter my only desire is to be uplifted and protected by the person who claims to be my friend.

Are you my friend?

Monday, September 2, 2013

Woosah

I've had a day like no other filled with stress
I smiled when I could cry trying to just do my best
At the door kicked off my shoes pantyhose to follow
Moscato D’asti on ice sipping; not gulp or swallow
Candles lit with flames gently licking at my skin
The bubbles rise from the heat as I slide on in
Gently kneading my legs slowly crawling up my thigh
I tried to skip over my heaven and just close my eyes
But two fingers escaped to open the shell around my pearl
In this quiet space of self-loving I've just blocked out the world
My hips scoot lower trying to seek out love from my hand
A night of splendor for my body no need for hourglass’ sand
Lightly I caress my tummy hidden from my bird’s eye view
Twin mounds bobbing up from suds greedy for attn. too
Vials of warm cocoa butter lathered penetrating my essence
The hairs of my neck rose to alert me of your presence
So eager to share with you all the troubles of my day
Strong champion of my heart in your eyes it melts away
My eyes roam your body as you un-peel each clothing layer
So without fear I spread wide to receive your thick stress slayer
My arms encircle you; nails scratch your back, nestled in your lap
Trying to concentrate on your words while your dick lightly taps
You cradle my head to your chest letting your heartbeat soothe me
As the water’s chilled you take my hand and nudge me to my feet
We make quick work with the towels and warm oils are slowly shared
Once done we snuggle under the sheets skin to skin and totally bare
The stresses of the day overwhelmed me and had me tied up in knots

But in the sanctity of your embrace kissing your neck there’s no better spot