The Rest of the Story (an ode to CB)


You didn’t think that really was the end did you – giggle!!

Originally posted on Insecurely Confident:

Another fun Duet with the lovely and talented bruisedbelly. This is in response to a comment made by the always entertaining, Chris Brown.
Ice cream 3
The authorities were called to the mess

what had happened no one could guess

the area was filled with whipped cream
chocolate and sprinkles all over the scene

Reports of moaning long into the night
what could have possibly caused this sight
the only explanation to come to mind
an ice cream truck explosion of epic kind
The driver and his passenger found
spent and naked on the ground
covered in such drippy goo
assumptions abound, but no one knew
Sweet confections all over the place

both unconscious with smiling face

cops and bystanders stood in awe
her sticky breast still clutched in his paw
Ice cream 2

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Our Moment In Time ~ A Duet


A Duet Nottooold2 & Bruisedbelly

Orange cones was all I could see
the construction zone was killing me
spinning swiftly into anxiety
until his voice rescued me

And there he stood, my own Batman
my knees grew weak, could I stand
the closer he came the more I froze
glancing carefully from head to toes

So many miles just for this chance
to see her bright smile, if only a glance
a vision of beauty in cream colored lace
no man alive could slap the smile from my face

She parked her car and stepped from the door
my arms wrapped around her, waiting no more
closing my eyes to savor the moment
kissing her lips I said, “I need a donut.”

Holding him close and breathing him in
a kiss on the lips is where we begin
looking into his eyes he reads my need
I whisper in his ear, “Babe I have to pee”

Road weary, hungry, the bathroom a dream
I ordered our coffee and a big Boston Cream
she appeared at my side and gave me a smile
the most beautiful thing I had seen in a while

Standing next to him, the most comforting thing
like two long lost friends, rekindling
chatting and getting lost in his eyes
the only problem, not enough time

Lost in the twinkle and spark in her eyes
the shortness of time is what I despise
this first time of meeting, but sure not the last
connection of spirit that can’t be surpassed

Holding him close, melting into him
not ready for goodbye, didn’t we just begin
this slice of heaven I’ll hold tightly to
until we have meeting number two

We have written many piece together, but this particular writing experience was extra special!!  We’d like to thank all of our friends for your continued support and for making all of this so much fun :)



He said that I’m rotten
he told me I am
but he still takes the fruit
straight from my hand

Maybe I taunt
maybe I tease
but he knows
that finally I offer release

Maybe I’m a little
more naughty than some
but he loves how I squeal with delight
when he cums

Sometimes he says
I need a smack on my ass
he’s probably right
because you know that I sass

He tells me I’m rotten
well of course I am
how can I not be
do you see how spoiled I am

Full of Themselves


Digging through the vault. Some songs remain the same.

Originally posted on The Migraine Chronicles:

Some people are so full of themselves
they don’t have room for anyone else
they boast, and puff out their chests
they are better than all the rest

Stronger, smarter, more advanced
but I am willing to take a chance
and bet and see
I am guessing they are very lonely

They have pushed everyone else away
because who would want to stay
with someone who is better than you
whose expectations you can’t live up to

Yes, some people of so full of themselves
full of their knowledge, full of their wealth
full of all of the things that they own
precious things for their precious home

They want to cry and whimper and fuss
“why doesn’t anyone ever love us?”
Because you are so fucking full of yourself
you don’t have room for anyone else!

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Music Monday

I am back in classes and hitting the ground running.  Last semester, thank goodness!!  Writing will be limited, but I will read daily.

I thought I’d share a song like my partner did, because well, I kind of hope he gets lonely tonight…

You got my number baby, hit me up….

p.s. I already got your tee on


Love Spurned by Lack of Touch & Feeling


I just felt compelled to share this. It is wonderful.

Originally posted on dark ecologies:

We who feel so much,
love and care
beyond reproach
are at times
to those who,
not as we are,
so full
of that power
of affective relation

reach out and almost
want to touch
that ancient feeling
of  being human;

and in our wavering,
realize that others

in our lives may not
share our path,

nor even feel
as we do in this being

of our touching self
(the hand, t
he kiss,
the shared moment
of the eyes
crossed by gulfs
of this room, a
of a moment’s
reaching out
to bridge that gap,
a life that is not ours); nor
awaken or allure a tear,
or a smile that passes
and brings
us to that point of love,
of light and all
the channelings of touch;

when of a sudden
we are crushed,
before we start
to this ugly truth:

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Happy Birthday My Batman


Happy Birthday to my partner
Happy Birthday to my doll
Happy Birthday to my Batman,
To the greatest guy around.

He’s not too old 2 have some fun
He is still pretty silly, and acts pretty young.

So if you’re picking up, what I’m laying down
If you know who I’m talking about,

Head on over and tell him Happy Birthday
Let’s give him a big birthday shout!

Here’s to You Babe, today and everyday
And I hope this is the very best, Happy Birthday day!!

Waking You With Kisses


I wake you with kisses

from your head to your toes

I wake you with kisses

on your lips and your nose

I wake you with tiny nibbles

on your ears

I wake you with tiny nibbles

on your rear

I wake you with kisses

at the nap of your neck

I wake you with kisses

down the length of your back

I wake you with nibbles

inside of your thighs

I wake you with love

as you open your eyes

Give To Live

This is one of my all time favorite songs – it’s old and I cannot find a decent video so I am just posting lyrics.

Ooh I can see that you’ve got fire in your eyes
And pain inside your heart
So many things have come and torn your world apart
Oh baby, baby, baby
Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up

(If you want love)
If you want love, you’ve got to give a little
(If you want love)
If you want faith, you just believe a little
(If you want love)
If you want peace, turn your cheek a little
Oh, you’ve got to give, you’ve got to give
You’ve got to give to live

An empty hand reaching out for someone
An empty heart takes so little to fill
It’s so much easier to push instead of pull
Oh baby, baby, baby
Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up

(If you want love)
If you want love, you’ve got to give a little
(If you want love)
If you want faith, you just believe a little
(If you want love)
If you want peace, turn your cheek a little
Oh, you’ve got to give, you’ve got to give
You’ve got to give to live

Each man’s a country in his own right
Oh, everybody needs a friend
One friend, one God, one country
No man need defend

I believe in fate and destination
But so much of that lies in our own hands
If you know what you want, just go on out and get it
Oh baby, baby
Just don’t give up, no no, oh don’t give up, yeah, yeah

(If you want love)
If you want love, you’ve got to give a little
(If you want love)
If you want faith, you just believe a little
(If you want love)
If you want peace, turn your cheek a little
If you want love you’ve got to give

(If you want love)
Got to believe
(If you want love)
You’ve got to give, you got to give, you got to give

~ Sammy Hagar



Some Times…

Originally posted on Insecurely Confident:


Sometimes it is much more

more than arms wrapped around you

more than the scent of someone you long for

more than the warmth of that person held close to you

more than the feel of their breath on your neck and the heave of their chest

Sometimes it’s so much more

so much more than a simple look in their eyes

so much more than a tactile sensation as you embrace

so much more than the gift of their presence against all logic

Sometimes it’s simply amazing

amazing they trusted enough to come

amazing they went out of their way just for you

amazing they took a detour to spend precious moments together


Some times, are perfect.

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All I can do is Pray

Everyday I look at my news feed
I read what it says, and my heart bleeds

I look around and see people in need
hands reaching out, mouths to feed

Illness spreading in the blink of an eye
I sit and think “how small am I?”

If I had the means, if I had the time
would it make a difference
could I save a life?

Fighting and riots at my own backdoor
I don’t really understand
what the fighting is for

I don’t understand how violence can be an answer
I just know that hate
spreads like cancer

I wonder if I were stronger
if I had a voice to speak
would anyone even listen to me

But then, I wonder
what would I even say

Lord please help us
All I can do is Pray

That Bus Stop

Your words are haunting
this is true

So I wonder
are you waiting on that bus
or is it waiting on you

I like to read your little mystery
the feelings you express
captivate me

Old love
new love
who’s to say

The story’s a little different each day
it doesn’t matter a bit to me
I find it all
very interesting

But I wonder
are you getting on that bus
or getting off

What is really going on
at that bus stop

A sad farewell

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.  And medicine, law, business, engineering – these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.  But poetry, beauty, romance, love – these are what we stay alive for.”

Robin Williams