Conquest

My worth is not determined by...what lies between my thighs
How fast or how hard you hit it…
Or your ability to hit it and quit it..
A real man is not satisfied with the conquest…
stolen gems from my treasure chest
But seeks the full experience
That which lies in the heart
And separates men from boys
A real man ….will seek my soul.

Feeling the haiku right about now...

You say you love me
Yet you beat me with your fist
This cannot be real

Till death do you part
This (s)kin you are not to touch
Guess you like them young

A Moment

Moments fill our lives each day, and moments come and go.
For a moment, just one moment, I loved someone I know.

Two different lives somehow merged, and yet somehow stayed apart.
But, for a moment, just one moment, we somehow made this start.

All other things were put on hold; we became lost within ourselves.
For a moment, just one moment, there was him and nothing else.

All questions and qualms disappeared the moment he held me tight.
For a moment, just one moment, everything was right.

Long days and sleepless nights, they meant nothing for a while.
For a moment, just one moment, we made each other smile.

The world fell away; I immersed myself in the magic of his touch.
It was a moment, just one moment, but that moment held so much.

Affection shared is what we have, an emotion we felt so strong.
For a moment, just one moment, we were just where we belonged.

Passion rose, we reached the stars, and touched the blazing sun.
For a moment, just one moment, we two were joined as one.

Strong arms afterwards that held me tight, rapid heartbeats in my ear.
It was a moment, just one moment, and a moment I’ll hold dear.

The moment left us all too soon as the world came slowly in.
But for that moment, just that moment, all I knew was him.

It was a moment, and the moment passed, forever lost in time.
But for that moment, just that moment, for that moment he was mine.

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broken america

we
we are
we are broke
we are brok(en)
we are brok(en) america

shattered by status
into slivers of class
then gathered like chattel
into houses of glass

we
we are
we are broke
we are brok(en)
we are brok(en) america

splintered by hue
into separate milieus
yet only a few
are afforded the view

we
we are
we are broke
we are brok(en)
we are brok(en) america

dismembered by religion
into headless congregations
scared into believing
in invading other nations

we
we are
we are broke
we are brok(en)
we are brok(en) America

contusions disguised
in a coat of confusion
but it can’t conceal
our scars of delusion

we
we are
we are broke
we are brok(en)
we are brok(en) America

diversity turned into
reason to open
the wounds
of an america broken

EXPLICIT CONTENT! Excerpt From "Autopilot"

DISCLAIMER--The following Scene is between two women...(just in case some would rather not read a post with homosexual tones) Forgive the length---

“All I want is one kiss. It’s harmless, baby,” she lied. She wanted much more than a kiss and while all she wanted would not be harmful per se, it certainly would not be harmless. “Nothing about you will change, nothing about us or him will change. We will still be the same people. How often have you kissed someone or been with someone that you weren’t even interested in because it was routine? Like autopilot, to use your words. I know this falls outside of the routine for you, ladybug, but that doesn’t make it wrong.” Carmen felt the pressure of a hand on her shoulder pushing her away from where she wanted to be-- home. “Honey,” Carmen lifted the hand from her shoulder and kissed the palm before placing it just above her own breast. “Just tell me what you’re afraid of and we can talk about it, ‘kay?” Carmen resisted Renee’s forced separation and pushed forward on the seat, determined to close all space between them.

“ I have a boyfriend. We are in love, okay. I love him and he loves me and we are doing really well. We’ll probably get married soon and everything. I don’t want to mess that up. I can’t mess that up.” She felt awkward and too aware of herself under Carmen’s touch and her gaze was making every one of her pulse points tingle.

“You won’t. We won’t. I promise this will be okay. It will.” Carmen whispered into Renee’s open mouth between gasps of air. She brushed her lips against her reluctant lover’s and nipped the bottom one gently between freshly licked lips. She felt a tense hand suddenly grip her wrist. “I promise baby, we won’t ruin anything.” Carmen searched the pretty dark face, sighed and asked another question whose answer she hoped wouldn’t slay her. “There’s something else though, right? Not about you and your man. Something about you and the rest of the world or God or whatever, yeah?” Carmen held her breath waiting for Renee to say the words that always shattered the thin ice of situations like this one. Carmen had to resist the urge to get up and run from the room stripped bare and shamed by this woman she was falling more and more in love with daily as she waited for Renee to decide their fates.

“Yeah, I guess… I just don’t know what’s what right now. I mean I know how I feel and everything like that, I just don’t think I should be…you know… I like our friendship, Carmen. You have been so great and we have so much fun together and at first I just thought, wow, this is really fun. And then it felt like we passed up friendship and went beyond the –just chilling out with a cool friend- stage. Now I’m sitting here, listening to you call me ladybug and with my hands on you like—“

“I know.” Carmen couldn’t let Renee compare her to Rob right now and simply validated what they both understood as fact with a terse nod. “You wonder if this, us right now, is who you are and if what you and Rob have is the routine. I get that. But Renee, what if everything is who you are? What if everything is right? It doesn’t have to be one way or the other. You know that, right?” Carmen paused to watch Renee take in what she was saying before she pressed her point. “Just think about how you are when we’re together. I never feel like it’s forced and you seem fine to me when go out together.” Carmen watched deep brown pools ripple with unshed tears of frustration and confusion. She brushed a soft round cheek with the back of her hand before teasing her thumb and index finger with a stray dread-lock resting on Renee’s shoulder. “Are you wigging and just not telling me at the time? Do you rush home to scrub off the Carmen when we part company?” Carmen paused to catch her breath before answering for a subdued Renee. “I didn’t think so.”

“Don’t worry ladybug. It’s just us here in this room, in this moment. No husbands, no outside noise, no unwritten rule about what kinda love is the right kinda love. Right?” Carmen leaned in for another taste of Renee’s now far more yielding mouth. They shared another sweet connection, this one, flawless. Hands moved more freely now, one pair clumsy and curious another steady and thorough, skilled beyond Renee’s comprehension. They needed more of one another and the window seat had to be abandoned before the situation could progress. This time Carmen broke the kiss and moved to stand, helping Renee up from the seat after gaining her balance. She guided Renee away from the window; through the living room she never gave her a tour of and down a hallway that seemed endless. They finally reached a large room with muted lighting thanks to a night-light in the shape of a seashell. Carmen moved across the threshold but stopped abruptly when she felt resistance from behind her. Her breath hitched and she fought desperately not to panic as she waited for Renee to make a move or offer an explanation.

“Carmen—“ Renee’s sentence was cut off when she felt her back connect gently with a wall and a heated palm grasp her jaw. Again lips touched lips, tongues probed and Renee’s hands gripped Carmen’s waist and began to dig in as the kiss intensified. Carmen’s mouth wandered down Renee’s chin and burned a hot trail of want down her neck and across to her shoulders. “Oh… my… God. Carmen. Please—“ Another kiss, more urgent, found Renee’s hands tangled in a dense mass of jet hair, massaging a scalp and breathing into Carmen’s amaretto kisses. Carmen wanted to believe that she would stop if Renee insisted but she was unsure that this would be the case. She decided between kisses that this could not become an issue, not when she was so close to heaven…not now.

“Come sit and talk to me linda, my pretty girl, I’m ready to listen.” Carmen let the second lie of the evening float off her tongue and swim circles around the nervous female she could still taste. Her Spanish accent was far more pronounced than usual, she was in her comfort zone, was completely herself right now, confident. Elation manifested when the trusting woman stepped past her into the bedroom and moved quickly to the bed to sit down. Carmen smiled as she watched Renee stare at her own fidgeting hands, breathing heavily, deep in thought, and doubt. Carmen slid in close to Renee on the queen bed, landed a gentle kiss on a bare shoulder, stroked behind Renee’s ear under the guise of moving a lock from her face. “Say what you’re thinking right now ladybug.” Carmen continued to touch Renee constantly kissing her neck and shoulder with light pecks and alternating nips.

“Well…um…I’m just—“ A chocked sob from Renee stopped Carmen cold and made her instinctively move to turn the knob for the light on a far wall of the room. The women glowed in the blush of light and the room looked as if lit by a waning sunset. Carmen placed her knees on the plush carpet in front of Renee and pressed her legs open gently before moving between them to look in to dark teary eyes. Carmen understood that emotion coupled with one shot too many of amaretto was causing a reaction in Renee that had to be addressed carefully and with undivided attention. From her new position, between toned sienna legs Carmen could smell anticipation loud and clear and was certain that Renee wanted to continue. Everything will be fine; trust me. She would address the ache as soon as humanly possible.

“What is it baby…you want me to take you home?” Carmen held her breath and prayed that this would not be the end of the evening. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We won’t be changed at all. We’ll still kick it and everything, right.”

“Carmen, I’m really sorry. I just…I feel real different from how I felt a few months ago. I guess its all just coming out right now, you know. I want to be here, I just didn’t know that I did until just now, that’s all. You make me feel other things that Rob doesn’t and I just don’t understand how I could still want—“

Renee had never felt such soft hands this much on her body that were not her own. Every sweep of hot palm against the back of her legs made her shudder and she would have been embarrassed with the amount of wetness she was producing if she were in her right mind. When she felt light fingertips on the lace that covered her sex she took in a big gulp of air and let her eyes slide closed. Her own hands left Carmen’s body and gripped the side of the mattress to keep from running away or worse yet, hitting the floor. As Carmen’s hands moved more urgently between her legs Renee’s reflexes brought her knees together slightly. Carmen’s free hand came up to rake the inside of Renee’s thigh, teasing her legs open again in response. Carmen used a strong flat palm to push against a slight belly, easing Renee to her back on the bed. She was rewarded with a soft satisfied sigh from somewhere above her and decided it was time to start their dance in total.

Carmen kissed a high inside thigh, gripping the waistband of a burdensome skirt and lace boy-cut panties to guide them smoothly over a round ripe body. ”Damn, you smell so good…you have been driving me crazy with this scent woman. You know that shit, right?” With these words Carmen draped a heavy leg over her shoulder and tongued an opposite inside thigh. She inhaled loudly, and choked back a pant-- instead releasing a cool stream of air through a rounded mouth. The flow of air landed just above a plump set of glistening lips. A sharp whimper from Renee made goose bumps form on Carmen’s skin, “I know baby, I know what you need,” Carmen whispered into exposed sensitive flesh. An open mouth kiss made contact with Renee and her pleasure became vocal when she felt a gentle tug of her flesh between wet lips. “Hmmm, hmmm. You like that baby?” Carmen asked but did not wait for an answer. Not a second later Renee found herself gripping a handful of silky straight hair as a tongue opened her slowly and carefully before disappearing inside a liquid canal. Carmen sucked loudly, wanting to taste as much of Renee as she possibly could. She pushed a thigh higher to get complete access to a beautiful curly-down covered sex. “Yeah, that’s what my girl likes…she’s talking to me now, ain’t she ladybug?” Carmen inserted a finger into her mouth and drew out a slick probe that immediately found a hot, close home inside Renee. When hips bucked to get more Carmen quickly removed herself from Renee and stroked a pearl hidden slightly underneath pulsing lobes.

“Jesus, Carmen,” Renee whispered through a barely opened mouth. “What…” she couldn’t finish a thought she had forgotten so she just rocked her head back and forth trying to fight an orgasm that she worried would be so intense it might stop her heart.

“Talk to me baby. Something you want from me…my girl can have whatever she wants.” Carmen finished with a firm tongue kiss to the sprawling woman’s center. Delivering heavy flicks to a bud that called out to be pampered and spoiled. She joyed in the low mewling sounds escaping Renee’s throat. “That’s okay baby, I’ll drive this time. You just take it all in, okay?” She let flow another stream of cool air to slick wetness before asking a question Renee couldn’t possibly understand let alone answer. “ Now…where was I?” Carmen chuckled in her throat before pressing her hot palm against the quivering woman. Wetness coated her hand. She ran a sharp fingernail along the outside of a leg that tightly gripped her shoulder, the sole of a foot now struggling to press against her back at different intervals, prompting Renee to make eye contact. Once Carmen had her attention she licked the sticky essence from her palm and winked before she disappeared again from Renee’s view.

to be continued...
Posted by Femigog The Sable Eklektik

Secret

sshhhh
he says
whispering
satisfying
and delectable
the way he says my name
delicious and intimate
like the perfect meal prepared by
a world class chef--memorable, but
without a single, irksome calorie

*This is a reverse countdown, (or "count-up"), poem. Those of you who read my blogs may remember my countdown poem from a couple of weeks ago. It was called Fraternity. The above poem is the same concept, just in reverse. Instead of starting with ten syllables, the writer starts with one. So, line one has one syllable, line two has two syllables, etc. Countdown and reverse countdown poems are always ten lines long. Line ten in the above poem contains ten syllables. In Fraternity, my countdown poem, line ten contained one syllable.

Have a wonderful day, Bloggers!

At The Beach

Hot. Dry. Sunny.

The weather could not be better for early August on the southern coast of Maine. My wife, two kids and I walked slowly over the Ogunquit River Footbridge toward the beach. We were weighed down with beach chairs, boogie boards, towels as well as the rest of our beach gear. As we made our decent down the stairs to the beach we surveyed the shoreline for a spot by the water. The tide was high so space on the beach was tight. We found a spot where the tide had peaked and the sand was dry. I set up our umbrella, chairs and towels while my wife played with the boys in the gentle waves.I lay back in one of the chairs and closed my eyes. With my eyes closed my other senses heightened. I could smell the suntan lotion of the twenty something girl with the cute rear lying on a towel behind my chair. I could feel the hairs on my chest stiffen while the slight off shore breeze blew intermittently over my darkening torso, giving me occasional relief from the beating sun. I could hear the faint sound of the Red Sox on the radio, gulls crying, and the voices of my boys frolicking in the waves with their mother. I fell asleep.

I woke up cold. The beach was empty. The air was thick with moisture and it was now overcast. I looked toward the water where my wife and kids had been playing. My four year old son was laying at the waters edge. I ran to him, but my wheels were spinning in the sand. The harder I pumped my legs the slower I moved. His lifeless body rolled back and forth in the sea foam moving with the rhythm of the ocean. I finally reached him and pulled him up onto the beach away from the water. He was cold. I blew into his mouth. He remained lifeless.

I picked him up and hugged him tightly, crying. He rubbed my back and said "Don't cry daddy." I looked him in the eye and asked him "Where is mommy and Peter?". "They walked into the water and kept going. I tried to get them, but the waves knocked me down and I drowned" Matthew said with no emotion."You didn't drown honey, you are hear with me, alive" I assured him."No dad, we're dead!" he insisted."We are alive Matthew! Look at the clouds, breathe the air, look at the waves.""You died trying to save me." Matthew stated matter of factly.

I carried him back to the umbrella and blankets, laid him down and towelled him off. An orange-red maple leaf blew onto the blanket next to my boy. I picked him up, snug in his towel and carried him toward the foot bridge. I looked out at the ocean one last time; the fog was rolling in. The sky looked like it does in late Autumn, as if it could snow at any time. The fog had traveled down the inlet enveloping the end of the bridge near the parking lot. "I love you Matthew" I told him as we headed into the mist.

(I had this dream this past August. It was my first night home after long, but satisfying week on vacation in Maine.)

Blood

"So...do you want to see a picture of the baby?"

He lay lengthwise on the four poster bed, alternating his gaze between the fragrantly undulating smoke tendrils birthed by the small cone of incense on his mahogany night stand, and the cold blue steel of the Glock lying next to it.

"So...do you want to see a picture of the baby?"

By the time he hung up the phone with "K," he had moved way beyond rage and was closing in on conviction. The ghostly dance of the smoke calmed him, made him stop, breathe and think. The gun scared him...reminded him of a lot of bad things...reminded him of things he was still capable of.

It reminded him of one fateful day that changed his life forever...

As "K" had related the phone call, she sobbed dry tears, audibly shaken by the raw emotion caused by years of emotional abuse, disappointment and solitude. This was the proverbial straw that fractured the dromedary's sacroiliac.

"Can you believe he asked me that? Then he had the nerve to ask if I was mad!" she blustered.

She was a 28 year old virgin. She had waited all those years with only God to comfort her and keep her. She was as fiery and passionate as they come and had lots of questions, but would never cross the line.

This guy comes into her life and it's all storybook and fairy tale, for a while.After trying every available option, they found out they couldn't have kids...her, not him. She had survived much worse than being made brutally aware of her maternal limits. Not dwelling, they decided to adopt. The twins dropped into their lives as if they were left on the doorstep. There were no courts, fees or entanglements with the mother. It was never this easy...ever. God was still honoring her years of sacrifice. She even left her promising career to care for their new blessings.

He was alright at first. He didn't turn out to be able to match her concentrated, abstinence derived sexuality, but he was a husband and a friend. He had a good job as a state trooper and things seemed to go well. That is until he ran up on his own brother during a raid. He was never the same after having a shotgun pointed at him by blood.

The cops said he was a liability after that. He couldn't move or think fast enough anymore.

"K's" parents loaned 'em a chunk of change to go into the sod business.He flaked, leaving mom and dad in he lurch and became a truck driver. He promised to pay them back. That put him out on the road for extended periods of time, leaving her alone to raise the kids and take care of the house...until they lost it.

She and the girls had to move in with friends. This was excruciatingly humiliating for such a proud and independent woman. She knew God was still there, but she hated the storm and despised the valley. She had no way of knowing that she would still be in its midst 5 years later.

He got tired of trucking and decided to re-up into the military, moving half a continent away. She did the best she could and eventually found a rental property. To this day, she still has stuff in storage.When things improved (for him), he decided it would be best if she and the girls stayed where they were while he "worked things out." He had grand plans for putting things back right.

Her heart shattered like glass because she knew it was over. The years had taken a toll. Calluses had built themselves around her heart. He had changed
changed
changed
and love slowly seeped away, evaporating into the stratosphere.

Rumors began to circulate amongst his relatives that he had a child while he was out there. She confronted him.

He said it was true.
"I don't see the baby. She won't let me. It was an accident."

"I guess you just tripped and fell into her pussy huh?"

The words burned as they left her lips, and ripped as they left her heart. She felt like Nagasaki after the bomb, knowing that she couldn't biologically produced, knowing that he could...and did, while still married to her. All while she took care of the two they together brought in out of the rain. Now there was just her, while he lived the life.

By now, having lost the rental, she was in a hotel for the 6th month while waiting for a home of her own. Sorrow had never been so deep. At least she had a job. Other than the love of the twins and of God, she had nothing else. Satisfied that it couldn't get any worse, she bore down and muscled through.

Until one day, she found money missing from the account they maintained for household expenses and support of the children.

"She got a lawyer and went after me for child support. It's going to cost me $750 a month." he said.

"You took money from me and my kids to give to your bastard?!?! I got stuff bouncin' all over town and you didn't have the courage to even tell me!?"

"I'll make it up to you. I didn't know what else to do. Just give me some time to work this out. I'll double you up next month.
So...do you want to see a picture of the baby? Are you mad?"


The smoke tendrils were gone, and with them was his calm and reasoning. Only the cold blue steel remained. His conviction was co-forged with that metal. It was that which caused him to pick it up off the night stand. He felt its comforting weight, its old familiarity. His heart rate began to pick up as adrenaline surged through his arteries.

As he rose from his reclining position, stood, slipped on his shirt and tucked the piece into the waist band in the back of his slacks, he determined,

"Nobody messes with my blood..."and walked out the door.

Rom 12:19

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destiny fulfilled?

i imagine when your man comes home
the very first thing he does is hug you
probably waited the entire day for the very moment
to wrap his loving arms around
and snug you
always thankful for the day he found true love in you

no matter how your day has been
the moment when you are within his warm embrace
a soft smile covers your excited face
i am sure he missed you in the worst way
one of those little things in life which only desired touch can say
he listens to how your day has been
he is your best friend

once you arrived home
you hurried to put dinner on
during your scurry to prepare something to eat
you suddenly remembered you are out of ground beef
as you hear him turning the key
you are prepared with an excuse
but little do you know that man has rushed home
to cook dinner for you

while the delicious smell of steak leaves your mental invited
he runs your bath water just the way you like it
perhaps you want his strong hands to bathe you
what are you waiting for ... invite him
your man washes your worn body in a most calm and moving way
only his soothing touch can provide closure to your long hard day
would you like to watch a DVD while you enjoy your respective meal
cuddle up next to him on the couch while you enjoy his protective feel

you are a sensous woman who deserves the complete attention of a man
one who is willing to do everything he can
to insure love is found
a man willing to hold you down with good conversation
massage you when your body aches something terrible
one who is willing to do the imperable
make you feel like the natural woman seen
a man who cooks and cleans while you prepare the kids for sleep
helps you get ready for the next day whatever you need
a man willing to get down on one knee and dedicate his life to you
for he knows in his heart that he has found a wonderful wife in you

i am sure your man doesn't chase skirts
he doesn't want anything to hurt what he has in you
you are his vision of love
he considers you to be his destiny
a gift from above
your man attends church and faithfully prays with you
he listens to what his heart says
everything inside say it's you
you are the one he cannot live without
destiny fulfilled
or are you still having doubts