Before Comfort’s Bliss

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Thighs sliding, fingers cramped, sweaty pores, moving hands.

Rocking swiftly, moving gently, moaning sounds, hefty taking.

Hands caress, muscles push, breaths grow heavy, lamps are shook.

Moving swiftly side to side until a turn brings her to rise.

Rising up from up to down, pushing forth, pulling out.

Turning over, once again, breaths do mate, fingers blend.

Kissing, touching, quaking lots, moving down from neck to next spot.

Lips do squish, tongues they kiss, elbows bend , her pelvis kicks.

Eyes they meet from eye to eye at first they see but soon they fly.

Enter back into her body, watch her glisten, feel her naughty.

Twisting over to one side, slides to hip, leg twined is fine.

Hair grows wild in his hand, pulling hard, faster again.

Moving closer, dripping sweat, to her forehead, feel her breast.

Sheets all rustle, bed does break, blankets fall and moans do rage.

Raising volume hear the sounds from one man’s push till one girl’s found.

Voices quiet, thoughts they bleed, grips of holding pressing deep.

Heads come closer, heat it rises, slanted mattress provides for driving.

Springs they rattle, muscles ache, one limb stiffens, one girl shakes.

Hurrying on, fast again, lips they meet, breaths quicken.

All at once the sounds explode as does the load as does the show.

The two embrace for one small kiss before a rest and comfort’s bliss.

– Thomas M. Watt

I Should Not Post This

Surgery, hand’s asleep, drugs are messing with my head.

I am not a little boy nor good thinker when I’m floyed.

Yes that word I made up there  ’cause currently I don’t give a care.

Good time to post? Not so much. Hard to think I’m all drugged up.

Get me Cheetos and some cheese ah forget it I’ll take the keys.

Oh what’s that I cannot drive? Well fine then you drive I’ll ride.

Cheetos Cheetos what a plan, cat named Chester seems like nice friend.

I like his glasses and his wit, be fun to hear him joke a bit.

How was my surgery you want to ask? Wearing arm sling but it will pass.

Naked walking through the streets, buttoned shirt on just one sleeve.

Like the way girls look at me, like I’m wounded just to treat.

Favorite parts of girls is there – the way they care when life’s not fair.

Yippy, yes, yippet-yeah – I like the girls who love to share –

All their kindness with a stranger, even when he could mean danger.

Danger sexy or a risk? Hope I didn’t myself convict.

Meant to say a sexy way, now my image is in decay.

Well, ripe, welp, outwith, forgive me drugs are writing this.

What to do oh what to say, kind of stuck on girls all day.

I wonder if writer’s get laid by well-played prose and timely plays.

Quite so cool oh it would be, to say a line and make them scream –

“Oh you’re so brilliant sexy man! Oh please come hither to my bed,

Say me more so I can dream about your brain you dazzle me.”‘

I would respond, “Oh, ha-ha, aha tee-he, girl you’re… something autumn leaves.”

 “You said something in that phrase, I am quite sure you’ve ruined this blaze.”

“What, a blaze? You mean this trick? You mean the way I feed my dick?”

“Oh you bastard! Don’t you care! And your followers, with them you’ll share?”

“Shit I guess so, wrote it down. Damn my lady you’ve made me frown!”

“Perhaps you should now, after-all. You’ve proved yourself has too much gall.”

“Hmm… I like that!”

“Well they won’t! In fact they’re turned off by your quotes.”

“Damn I tell you, damn I say, girl just run please go away.”

“Ugh of course of course I will. You’ve turned me off without your quill.”

“Well I’m drugged so it’s okay, but one quick word before you stray?”

“What! What is it? I’m leaving goon, I hate the thought I thunk to spoon.”

“Yes me too just with my wiener. Shit I said it -“

“Dare go on I’ll kick your knees. For the love of blogs what did you need?”

“What? Oh yes now I remember – please purchase Cheetos and bring them hither.”

– This has been Thomas M. Watt post-op and on a variety of drugs.

Noisy Girl or Quiet Girl?

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Noisy girl please hold your mouth your eagerness turns my ears out.

Move away so I can see the Quiet one who thinks like me.

Lead me to beauty uncrowned with as much wisdom as profound.

Bring her here, yes right to me, into my arms her lips I seek.

Noisy girl then talks again, speaks to why Quiet’s no friend.

Says she is a bitter thief the type of girl who takes and leaves.

So bad mouths, Noisy girl does, tries to tell me she knows love.

So I turn and say to her,

“Please go away your words are dull,

I’ve heard your story I know your bull.”

“Oh you do?”

“Yes girl it’s true I’ve once before known one like you.

Always warning always scared always determined to ‘make things fair.’

Unfortunately, a guy like me has learned to know a lying cheat. No my lady of evil schemes I know you wish to spread disease. 

For my love, my love is true, I don’t have love for fools like you.”

Noisy girl glared at me. “Oh wow really? That’s so mean you thought I liked you oh my Jees-“

“Don’t complete that sentence there your lips are spewing empty air. Don’t want to hear it, no I don’t, a head like you spews the same quotes. But for once, on this earth true, I’d like to hear a point of view.

‘The Quiet one of thoughts unseen who thinks and thinks but never speaks. I want to hear her voice for once, lift her up and feel her touch. 

I want to know this Quiet girl whom my heart loves who left the world, I want her lips – maybe in mine, or maybe moving – talk is fine. 

“I don’t care I really don’t but just for once I want her spoke. So fancy now Noisy girl now please just go away and make some needs.

Don’t want you much, don’t miss you either, I’d rather kiss the one whose deeper.”

– Thomas M. Watt

The Boys and the Girls go Out (Part – 2)

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The Boys, Jeremy, Alex, and Stuart, were all getting pumped up in one room, downing beers as they got ready for the meet up with the girls at the club. The girls, Melissa, Jane, and Tifney, were also getting prepared, though at a different location.

Melissa was holding a dress against her body, and checking herself in the mirror, while Tifney and Jane were painting their toe nails on the carpet floor.

Melissa sighed, then spoke. “You think the boys will mind this? You think they’ll like a red dress? You think I’ll catch his eye? I bet you that I will.”

Jane laughed loudly. “Melissa you are crazy, how many are you dating, what’s another boy toy, what’s the point of that.”

Snickering, Melissa tossed her brown weave over shoulder. “I sort of just collect them, like blocks to fill my play pen, like objects for affection, to browse through what they’ve brought.”

Jane scoffed. “Girl you are outrageous, you know V.D.’s are contagious, better still be careful, and watch boys but don’t share them.”

Melissa smiled brightly. “Jane what are you thinking? You think that I am sleeping? You know I am not like that, I just like to play mind games. The boys oh how they love me, they all just want to fuck me, but you know they never will.”

Standing, Jane walked to Melissa’s side, then set her hands at her own hips as she shook her head. “Girl you are so funny, the way you call them honey, the type of tricks of loving, to see what you can do. I think it’s somewhat mean though, to make the boys all scream hoe, to tease them ’till they bleed oh, girl you are the best.”

Melissa laughed smugly. “You know that it is true though, the powers that I use oh, I wrap them ’round my finger, then tell them to bring more. It is just too damn easy, for me to act a sleazy, it is just one big fun game, to hear them all say my name. You know they all speak of me, think that I’m so lovely, fantasize themselves above me, want to take me back.”

Jane shook her head, then sat back down. Melissa sat beside the other two girls, then smiled at Tifney as she addressed her. “Tifney so what happened? That night when you were nappin’, and Stuart came a tapping, at your bedroom door?”

Tifney smiled to herself. “Oh you want to know that? Not sure I want to go there. It was a little funny, but Stuart sure is sweet.”

Jane slapped Tifney on the thigh. “Tell us all what happened! Did you really get some action? You know you really should.”

Tifney fought hard to suppress her giggles as she spoke. “Stuart is so sorry, he has an alright body, but I’m afraid he’s kind of whoring, himself for love away. You want to know what happened, I’m afraid he’s mighty candid, he thinks there is a ransom, to get in himself in bed.”

Melissa snickered, covering her mouth as she did. “Please do go on and tell girl, I won’t tell the whole world you, know that my mouth is true to, the things I’ve said to you.”

Tifney smiled sweetly. “Alright so I shall tell you, but I’m afraid it isn’t swell to, here what that man came through, the door to my room in. It was just one green towel, and it truly really fell soon, and sure he did turn red soon, for I laughed at his penis.”

Jane and Melissa blurted out laughing. Tifney went on.

“I can’t believe it either, but that thing was not a see-er, it was more like just a bee or, a tiny dying finger. I feel so bad to say this, Stuart is so helpless, he is just like a selfish, little bubbly girl.”

The girls all laughed some more, and Melissa took their hands as the three stood up.

Tifney spoke as they approached the door. “The funny thing about it, is that when we go out with, these three boys who will announce this, they say what isn’t true. I think Alex is the best one, I’d be proud to call him my hun, he is the cutest boy, I think I’ve ever seen.”

Melissa and Jane both nodded in agreement, and the three girls left.

– Thomas M. Watt