A Time to Eat

Daily.

Saturday 9th of May 2020

I’m lazy on a Saturday because I wake up at 4 am, I ponder around my bedroom and I dream of some intriguing men.

Writers, Creators and even Brownie Bakers.

I see the originality in life as it is.

I dream about many because creative writing is my biz, Ha-ha! See what I did?

Say cheese Unique!

Creative writing is my heartbeat – I love you WordPress!

Noodles

I wanna break you into four pieces and place your body into a pot.

Hot water will bubble and boil out your soul.

I’ll add essence to your existence and flavour you with hope.

I never said no to your hunger, I said no to your shit pot of nothingness.

Mavis

A piece of fried shit-stirring herself into a shits arse.

You know who you are, you know who you are.

Ma-mav-is BITCH!

Rhetoric

Will you join me in the bathroom? It’s the best room to be.

I’ll bath in bubbles, you’ll film me!

I want you to see my nipples through the mango burst soap suds.

You will film me and you won’t stop until I say.

Only stare into my eyes, or I’ll demand you leave right away.

Will you join me in the bathroom? It’s the warmest place to be.

I’ll press my breasts against the shower screen, I’ll press and you’ll see, that the bathroom is the greatest place to be.

Buckets of Love

I can tell you about the blue buckets I have in my bathroom.

They’re filled with love.

At night I wander the streets and sprinkle hearts on all things green.

A bucket here, a bucket there, you know what I mean.

But where do they come from?

I can’t share that information on my blog.

Sex With Me

~~What is celibacy?~~

Chocolate

Brown.

Sweet.

Wrapped up treat!

Creamy.

Dreamy.

Mmm…Earlier today I had a bar of chocolate.

I ate it slowly.

Hit the Brakes!

We lusted for a day or two, maybe seven if the reader needs rounded figures.

We kissed lightly on our first date, he was shy and I was curious.

We fornicated on our third date – Yes! Oh, yes! To be a sinner is? Unknown to me.

We never declared our love verbally, as you drowned in the role-play of our sea.

If Ever I

If ever I knew we would fall in love in the future.

I would whisper, ‘I love you,’ through the wind that strokes your ears as you sleep.

I Would Like to Know?

A Beautiful Song

I heard from a bird that sang the sweetest notes.

I never stopped to record it, although I recall it was a moment ago.

What?

What are you staring at?

What do you like about me?

What do you think we will become?

What do you think dreams will be?

What do you think people will see?

What can you bring to the grave for peace?

What is a question that will never cease?

Online

You can work from home.

You may find love.

You can sell your soul.

If you have a soul, you can do all of the above.

101

I read online there are 101 ways to tell someone that they’re a crap friend.

I heard from a friend an apology that they’re a shitty person.

I imagine new people to become acquaintances and real friends – ones that aren’t trash, like the friends around my ends.

I real online there are 101 ways to make an omelette, I try to stay away from the idea of it.

I heard from a friend that people who eat eggs are cruel.

I imagine new rules for the people that set rules.

I read online there are 101 ways to say, ‘I love you.’

I heard from a friend that only one of 101 is often used.

If using was an occupation, 101% of the ignorant population would be hired – Well recorded as volunteers.

Online a web that’s sticky.

Tulip

Soft.

Fragrant.

Bright.

Tulip exudes all the love I have inside for you!

Sensual.

Appreciated.

Adored.

Tulip is all the beauty I’m looking for.

Care

A simple phone call.

A basic text.

A brief e-mail.

A letter, what next?

A twenty-minute walk, outside whenever you like.

A bite into a homemade brownie, two bites into warm delight.

A hot bubble-bath filled with pink-himilayan salt and essential oils.

Chilled Cow playing on YouTube and care is all I know.

The Milk Stopped

I was waiting.

I had waited, years upon years to meet you.

You arrived warm and beautiful.

I wish you could’ve seen you.

Holding you tightly for a moment, but never forever.

Tears fall silently onto you – My baby, one day we’ll be together.

Can You Show Me?

Can you show me your heart and I’ll show you mine?

I want us to compare love, especially at this time.

Can you show me your mind and I’ll teach you about life?

I want us to compare thoughts, even more so this time.

Can you show me your memories and I’ll tell you my story?

I want us to compare history, although history is history.

Saturday

If ever there was a day to reflect, I hear Saturday is the worst day to select.

It’s usually busy and predictable.

But would you bet on a Saturday to meditate? Mediate? Or simply to differentiate from the time we already have allotted to us?

I guess that’s a question for you to facilitate?