Weekend Poetry: Raw Passion
Jan 9, 2010 Creative Writing/Poetry, Masturbate-able, Sex
sex me.
my toes
nose to nose
no clothes
rapture shows
every breath
I moan…
shallow groan
mind blown
love unknown
unspoken adoration.
speechless joy
girl n’ boy
human toy
together enjoy
raw passion.
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Weekend Poetry: Chasing Butterflies
Jan 2, 2010 Creative Writing/Poetry, Relationships, Sex, love
I see you undress me
with your sexy eyes
from the locks of my auburn hair
down to my voluptuous thighs
I know that you want me
which is no surprise
whether or not you will get me
is still a compromise.
I contemplate allowing you
to take me as your prize
or leave you hanging by a string
in a tangle of my lies.
I switch my hips and toss my hair;
you shyly analyze
as confident as I appear to be
insecurities I internalize.
I wonder if your adoration
will ever be verbalized
or if you’re terrified
of your confession being chastised.
I might tell you of my newfound interest
before your fondness dies
before you walk away from me
my presence you’ll memorize.
I watch you from behind my shades;
I look away as you realize
as you approach me my tummy flutters,
a feeling I recognize.
I let you silently take my hand
despite my inner cries
and we walk, and we talk;
our hearts chasing butterflies..
Tags: boy meets girl, poetry
Weekend Poetry: Love, Always
Dec 19, 2009 Creative Writing/Poetry, Masturbate-able, Sex, love
the pungent taste on your lips
creates a fire between my hips
in my panties your finger slips
creating butterflies; my stomach flips
with each tender touch my nectar drips
whether in silence or clever quips
our love replays in my mind like movie clips
i love you always, not in fragmented snips.
Weekend Poetry: Prolific Professions
Dec 12, 2009 Creative Writing/Poetry, Masturbate-able, Relationships, Sex, pillow talk
I’m perched and prepared to pounce.
you possibly are perplexed but
probably can be persuaded to play
my
perfectly
planned
game of prowl and prevail.
I purse my pouty lips.
“please pull down my panties” I plead.
Pointedly, you perpetuate.
“plots and ploys my pet?” you pry
I smile, prettily.
“precisely.”
You pause, pondering my proposition.
Politely, you peel my pretty plaid purple and pink panties off,
pushing me proficiently against painted paneling.
Punditly, you penetrate my palpitant pussy properly.
Panting, I plead for more penis; you provide my petitions perfectly.
I am pleased.
Tags: poetry, Sex, the letter p
Weekend Poetry: Wet Dream
Nov 28, 2009 Creative Writing/Poetry, Sex
toward my
private place
your shadow travels
down
down
down
a sweet kiss
from sweet lips
my sweet place
deep
deep
deep
dives your tongue
parting moist lips
a deep kiss
oh
oh
oh
from my bit lip
moans and cries
happen to slip
give
give
give
all your love
dig deep down
a heartfelt request
please
please
please
begging and pleading
kissing and touching
grinding and sexing…
and then i woke up.
Kiss Me
Nov 19, 2009 Creative Writing/Poetry, Sex, love
in
out
in
out
breath hot like
indigo flames
against my neck
kiss me.
don’t wait
’cause i cant
anticipate
another moment.
hurry,
it might be too late
kiss me.
skin so soft
mind racing
sex so sweet
skin tingling.
kiss me.
i really am
coyly grinding
shyly teasing
traditionally waiting,
really.
patience was never my virtue
‘kiss me’
sweet syllables escape
unexpectedly
startled. that’s us.
so you do.
magic happens in
a single kiss.
at least it does
when
lips;
mine and yours
collide
quaking the earth
keep.kissing.me.
Life To-do’s … or Tada!’s
Aug 23, 2009 All Things Charli, All Things X, Family, Friendship, Masturbate-able, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Parenting, Relationships, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked MOMMY Wisdoms, Wicked Wisdoms
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Just when you think you know how to tackle life, another curveball gets pitched in your face.
Ever been on the shit end of the curve-ball-in-the-face stick? If you haven’t… I am jealous.
Overall I would say that this summer has been one of the best to date. I dropped summer quarter due to vehicle issues, and in the long run, it was the best decision that I could have possibly made. It has allowed me time with my best friends, my kids and my husband. As hard as I try to remain happy, there is this feeling of unsettling blue-ness all around me.
It seems like even if I am not specifically on the shit end of the stick … I still catch a good deal of the ouch that happens upon contact. Not that it bothers me or anything … you know … to in a way absorb even just a smidgen of someone else’s angst. Because it doesn’t. I think it is more of a draining feeling to consistently feel like you are surrounded by negative energy.
Is it just me?
Is it the effect of the economy and the State of the Union?
I feel like we are all tiptoeing. On the fragilest of eggshells. Afraid that one look in the wrong direction might just be the cause of the next major riot or government overthrow.
I feel like we are getting dumber by the millisecond. Dumber and more callus and so so drone-ish to everything that is going on around us. The REAL reality television. You know like how there is civil war happening in other countries, and maybe how our troops are smack dab in the middle of complete unrest?
So, instead of bitching about it, I think I will do my best to bring happy back to my corner of the world.
“Happiness is not a destination. It is a method of life.” – Burton Hills
Wicked’s To-Do List to reach ultimate Wicked happiness:
1) I have been missing the gym. A great deal. Like a long lost fuck buddy with an extremely big penis.
I think it is time to re-pack my gym bag and start going at lunch. I know that even 30 minutes of exercise every day will make me feel better.
2) More frequent masturbation. I don’t know what I have been distracted by, but just within the last 48 hours, I have had my fair share of bean flicking and can tell a significant difference in my mood. Whoever thought masturbation wasn’t an essential part of day to day happiness… was a damn fool.
3) More frequent blow-jobs. I really enjoy getting … but I reeeeeeeeeally enjoy giving.
4) Reconnect with my poetic side. I cannot remember the last time I was able to make a masterpiece poetically. Even if I just start doing flow-storms. Something to get my head back there. I miss poems.
5) More regular pedicures with my Charli-bear.
6) Deleting people from my life that are toxic and in no way a healthy addition.
7) Telling people when they make me sad rather than keeping it inside. Also telling them that I love them too… so it balances.
Laugh more.
9) Continue to stand up for my friends. No matter what others think of my doing so.
10) Always remind myself how beautiful I am. Not just on the outside. No matter what, I am a good person.
Lastly, 11) Remember to tell Xavier all of things about him that I love. So he doesn’t remember me as the mom who just bitched at him. (Isn’t this a kick ass picture)
I hope that me writing it out, I can refocus and get back to where I love to be: Happy as a clam and sharing joy with those who I love most. With that said, have a great Monday and thanks for reading. I now have something to reference back to. 
Do you have a ToDo List that you can refer back to … to bring you back to happy? (That is if you arent already there)
Tags: Friendship, gym, laugh, love, pedicure, poetry, to-do list, toxic
Head Over Feet
May 9, 2009 Creative Writing/Poetry, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Relationships, Sex, This Thing Called Marriage., love
i crave your touch
simply.
like a fix;
my itch.
yearning.
hunger consumes
every pore.
when i dont
feel it.
you.
that.
sickness spreads.
my soul
aches
my heart
breaks
my whole body
shakes.
trembles.
shivers.
’til you’re
near,
here
in my vicinity
touching me
finally
nose to nose;
my favorite
place to be.
just
you
and
me
i’m head over feet
Copyright 2009 Wicked Game
Tags: head over feet, love, marriage, nose to nose, poetry, Relationships
Like Magic
May 8, 2009 Creative Writing/Poetry, Masturbate-able, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Sex, love
it’s like
magic
when you’re near me;
like the
tingles and
shivers
from your
*magic scepter*
abracadabra
down
my
spine.
i want to
taste your
flesh
on my pouty pink
lips
they travel.
across the planes
of your
chest;
each peak,
valley,
every crevice
discovered on your
silhouette
perfection.
you and i form we
flesh to flesh
heart(s)
sex to sex
soul(s)
a fiery formation of
one creature
we are love.
Copyright 2009 Wicked Game
Tags: love, making love, poem, poetry, Sex
Fragments
May 2, 2009 Creative Writing/Poetry, Relationships, Sex, love
The pungent taste on your lips
creates a fire between my hips
in my panties your finger slips
creating butterflies; my stomach flips
with each tender touch my nectar drips
whether in silence or clever quips
our love replays in my mind like movie clips
i love you always, not in fragmented snips.
Copyright 2008 WickedGame
Tags: butterflies, love, nectar, poetry
