52 Weeks Of Photos ~2016~ Week 39

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‘Adventure Awaits!’

The photo theme for week 39 was “Road Less Traveled.”   My kids seem to find the adventure in everything, here they are “mountain climbing”. Was quite the task for them. I hope they can hold on to that imagination for a long time.

246211638-Imagination-quotes.jpg“Type hard, like you mean it!”

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52 Weeks Of Photos ~2016~ Week 17

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“My mind wanders and I get lost in thoughts of you.” Self-Portrait

The theme for this weeks photo is ‘Mirrored’.

I’ve had this idea in my head for a few days now. I love getting lost in thought. I do that often. Close my eyes and daydream, remembering moments, and fantasizing about new ones. Imagination is a wonderful thing.

I’ve gotta say, it’s difficult trying to keep a straight face when my husband is groping my boobs and trying to make me laugh. That….and having a boner resting against my back side. It happens. The things I have to suffer through for my art. No, no… don’t feel bad for me, I asked for it…over and over again. 😀

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I love going through the photos after I take them and finding stuff like this. lol

“Type hard, like you mean it!”

poetry “~Suck~ A Simple Word”

suck

Such a simple word with its one syllable sound

The way it lingers on your tongue before you utter its note

To the whispered breath you use to pronounce it

A hush vibrates as it pours from your lips

and in a hiss it brushes my ear

As your finger passes my kiss and I take it in

Slowly sucking

I pull deeper and push out

offering slight licks

Not knowing what you plan

The look in your eyes ‘hungry’

while I gently nip

Leaves me to wonder

where you will place its wet tip

Will you trace it along my neck?

Maybe play it along each breast

I can only imagine what you will offer me next

Perhaps you’ll circle around my waist

Eventually fall between my legs

Every image

Every thought

Has me on edge

Provoked by its simple one syllable sound

~ Suck ~

poetry “-Deep- Thoughts”

 

deep thoughts

My imagination and I

We are pretty close friends

His naughty ink flows through my pen

 

Dirty thoughts he feeds my mind

Pushing them

Thrusting them

Deep inside

 

Creative juices start to flow

Encouraging to suck

and slowly blow

The smoke that forms with spinning gears

To savor

Lick

and taste my fears

 

He leaves no option to play fair

He can be cruel

but I don’t care

 

He makes me laugh

at disgusting jokes

It causes me to gag and choke

 

I hear him at the back of my head

He makes me blush ten shades of red

 

On my tongue

just at the tip

The words he laid

begin to drip

 

Always around

He’s here to stay

I love it when he comes to play