Trapper Creek Moon

Treasure each day.... You never know when you will see your last moonrise.

Full moon, 2021

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Sometimes you can't have what you want... When you need it.

If one could, maybe you'd appreciate it less.

Thoughts like that doesn't make the ache hurt any less.....

Tonight my mood.... To press myself against your chest, let the emotions out, as I soak in your protective aura....

This reminds me of my moon..... We both railroad our thoughts, most the time too much to control. She calms my mind.

It's a beautiful feeling, when in all honesty and pleased emotion, to tell her she's a good girl, when she's deserving.

Like Ozzy said.....

"I don't ask much..... I just want you."

It's asking a lot....

Ache....

Hard to describe the ache I carry for you.

I remember when it started, it was when I heard your voice for the first time, saw your eyes, felt your energy, that it began to bloom.

Felt like a slight burn from touching a hot pot from the stove.... It registered differently in me, pushed away things I felt and was definitely new.

Now..... It's something different.

It's an obsession, a craving powerful in scope.

You invade my thoughts, my body reacts like I need a nicotine fix, I physically quiver at the thought of you.

I know every curve, every speck of color in your eyes, your voice fills my head long after you speak, it's the only music I want to play.

I yearn for your touch, for your caress, I want to feel your fingers trailing my skin, your nails tearing into my flesh, I crave you invading my space, playing with my beard.

I need to touch.... I need to rip the clothes from your body and I need to tear you open.

I want to bruise you, hear your screams, I want to use every bit of you up, breathe in your air as I'm making your heart pound faster and harder.

I want to devour your body, pull you apart, get lost in your soul, feel your heart beating against mine as I dig into your darkness and the part of you that's only for me.

My ache decreases with every intimate stroke, filling you deep inside, every whisper, every sound.... Mine... Feeding I take.... I build... I consume you until the air is nothing but ash.....

Even as I slump into exhaustion, my lips full of your taste, my tongue savoring the salt of your skin.... As I feel myself running out of you and down your thigh.....

My ache begins to build again.

❤️

Moon..

“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”

— Starra Neely Blade (via quotemadness)