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Time slipped away to feeling.

Touch has a memory.

She melted into bliss.

I don't know what it means to love people halfway, it's not in my nature. My affections are always excessive.

Mingling scents

His musk, his rough leather chair, and her need for him.

He knows what she does in the shadows of night.

The grip of the ache within her, as she grinds along the arm of his chair.

The power of mingled scents fueling her passion, and her pleasure.

The penetration of want from the sensation of the rough leather, combined with the silk of her need coating the arm, and dripping down her thighs pushes her further.

Taking pleasure in his absence, yet in the connection between their souls, she feels his hands moving across her skin. The sensation of his affirming touch, and the fullness of him penetrating her.

Her thoughts unleashed in rapture, as if she's dancing in shuddering unsteady legs climaxing as she grabs the back of his chair grinding harder along the curve.

Love, and the raw power of need all culminate as she explodes across the rough leather arm of his chair.

God how she misses him and yet she feels him with her.

Scents, touching memories in times past spent in the bliss of his arms, she now sobs in the release of all these overwhelming emotions pouring out the ecstasy within her.

Leaning forward she drapes herself across his chair feeling his warm embrace. The pounding of her heart begins settling as she melts into the outline of where his body sets, wrapping herself in him.

There are always ways to adapt when it comes to eating pussy.

Fixed it....

Mom bods are hot....period.

This doesnt require "too" as a clarification or as a comparison to something else, it is a true statement and stands on its own.

Mom bods are hot....

A mind stretched to new dimensions by reading cannot go back to what it was before.

Reading enlightens our perspectives of the world around us.

My friend, you made me angry today.

Though no one can walk your journey, you were never alone in it.

And though I'll never fully understand the reasons you decided this way to go, I do understand the torment that vexed your soul.

And to think you felt so alone as to end it this way saddens my heart, but you were never really alone.

And I'm angry today, that you robbed others of your presence, your friendship and your love. That your wife, your children and grandchildren will now never feel that warmth again and are left to bear this pain and to try to make some sense of it all.

Yes, my friend you made me angry today, that you felt so alone and the hurt was too much to bear that you couldn't seek out help, that this was the end you chose, and that those around you could not help you carry this burden.

You were my brother from another mother, and though you made me angry today, I still love you and I will miss you, and may you know that for the time I knew you, you made my journey a better walk along this route called life.

Was to be given the chance,

To finally breathe easy,

Ammend my collapsed lungs,

To rather drown let myself drown,

In this love I learned to experience for the first time,

Be the perfect lover but I seemed to have failed...

©️fallencalliope

You become less influenced by what is deemed as standard or normal.

It's amazing where beauty blossoms even amongst the weeds beauty simply shines forth.

Daisies remind me that no matter your circumstances you can still bloom and be a positive influence, exhibiting joyfulness despite what's happening around you, or to you.

Beauty simply is.

It's within you.

It's yours, it's mine, so bloom where you're planted.

It grips the very soul conveying our emotions to the world.