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Pieces of Peace #24: Transformed

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Living with the power

of peace

transforms from the inside out.

But suffering inside the fire

of a dragon

kills like cancer

that metastasizes

at the sound of a voice.

 

 

 

 

Pieces of Peace #13: Position of Power

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Pastor Joel Osteen said, “Peace is our position of power. Make the decision to release those offenses and disappointments so you live in peace and move forward in power.”

In position

I released

hurtful words

untruths

abuse

manipulation

I released

the past

my mistakes

my choices

I released

anger

blame

shame

regrets

I released

my thoughts

of bondage

or fear

I received peace

and moved forward

in power.

 

 

 

Her Haiku Healing: A 40-Day Spiritual and Emotional Journey

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Day 30: Power

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No more counting years

Celebrating a facade

Disconnected hearts

Her Haiku Healing: A 40-Day Spiritual and Emotional Journey

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Day 27:  Power

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If you don’t carry

the weight and build your castle,

She remodels it.

Her Haiku Healing: A 40-Day Spiritual and Emotional Journey, Day 17

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Day 17: Weakness

Diffidence made you

enable me to shrink your

power as my king

Short Story in Progress (Twitches and Throbs)

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Good morning, sexy. Hope you had a restful sleep and that your dreams awakened you to the presence of me. Eyes open, heart racing, and that perfect dick in its hardest state of waiting. Knowing that if you close your eyes and release your mind, every inch of you becomes mine. Again.

My little note for Franco would surprise him when he started his day. Franco always began his mornings at his desk with a newspaper, coffee or tea, and CNN on the television. This morning, he would have one more thing to think about. Last night.

I captured Franco in his sleep. Both of us were tired.  Long days, busy schedules, and little time to breathe. I encouraged him to go to bed early even though he invited me over after dinner. Spending an evening with him was always beautiful, but watching him sleep was bliss. Something about the softness that settled upon his face, and the quiet that hid behind each breath. Strength and power live in his core, but Franco’s innocent tenderness becomes my weakness.

A few hours after he had succumbed to deep slumber, I snuggled closer to him, inhaling his sleep scents. Gentle musk blended with fresh linen. I felt tension travel from my thighs to my stomach. My quiet hand moved from his calf to his inner thigh where it waited, while my eyes fixated on the snuggled lump that would grow into fully extended pleasure. As soon as my hand grazed the flap of his shorts to rest on his chest, I saw it twitch.

Dick twitches make my clit throb.

Devoured Power on Franco’s Flokati Rug

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Eleven candles
Illuminate darkness
Fire crackling
Saxophone melodies seduce us.
Our bodies paint
Sexy silhouettes on the city view
Where reality and noise reign
Beyond Franco’s wall of windows.

Tension
Before initial contact
Slow intentional moves
Feeling the heat of each breath
Pulling me into his embrace.
The kiss, gentle touching
Nothing wreckless or sloppy
Unexpectedly, tongues meet
Savoring each other’s flavors.
Gentle lip biting
Our lovers’ faces
Merge like intricate fibers of silk
Beautiful, new, delicate.
Franco pulls my waist
I cup his face
in eager hands
Sucking his warm wanting tongue
A sexual preview
What I can’t wait to do.

Franco pushes me against the wall
Cold chill
Passionate thrill
He is taking it all
Ripping the buttons
from the front of my dress
“Yesss, yessss, yessssss,”
Franco grips my breasts
And pulls each lacy cup down
To allow their freedom
And his access
caressing
pinching
squeezing
sucking
left to right
simultaneous attention.

I can’t stand
Legs like candle wax
He feels me going down
Gripping my hips
Biting my lips
Snatching my wet panties
Drip, drip, drip.
He lays me on the warm Flokati rug
Morena, baby, I need your sweet, sweet nectar
He licks each drop
As my legs melt into the fabric
Rendering me powerless.

He kisses my inner thighs
To give me seconds to find my breath.
Inhale
His tongue tempts my clit
Exhale
Fingers exploring my heat
Emerging with sweet wetness
Inhale
Licking his fingers
Sliding up my stomach
Kissing my mouth
Exhale
He takes my breath
In sync with his own
And I feel his hardness
Tantalizing tango between my lips
Inhale
Feel that?
Exhale
“Franco, fill me up.  Don’t tease me any longer.”
He pushes slowly
I feel the head of his strength
Inhale
It slides in
I grip
Hands to the floor
My walls around him
Exhale
In farther
Deeper
“Mmmm, Franco.”
Morena, it’s so warm and so tight,
I could marinate in you all night.
Feel this? 
“I feel that, pulsating.
Fuck me.
Love me.
Take me.”
Franco lifts my hips
Throws my legs over his shoulders
And masterfully penetrates me
Captures my treasure
And devours
Any power
I thought I had.
Intercoursing
Intertwining
Colliding
Climaxing
And shattering
Love’s boundaries.


Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 13

Franco’s Submission, Part 2

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Franco stretches his arms up

To palm the slippery walls

Of the steamy shower

I squat and grab his calves

Looking up into the darkness

Where his jewels sparkle

And his hardness drips a mixture of water

And liquid pleasure

Slowly my hands slide up Franco’s thighs

Mmmmm, Morenaaaaa, don’t stop!

“I am just getting started.

Be still.”

I bury my face where his thighs meet

My destination

Lips and tongue welcoming all of him

As shower water tickles my back

and I swallow the goodness

of Franco’s vulnerabilities

Protected by invisible walls of passion

Blood pulsating behind thin skin

in a thick chamber

I grab it with one slick hand

“I need you to fill me up.

Take over every inch of my being.

Make each of my clenches be in vain.”

Franco glides down to the floor

Almost as if in a lover’s dance

In sync

I join him

And present my treasure

To his

With legs locked around his waist

Our heads collide

In a spiritually divine wave

To drown with the heat

Of the water

That sizzles

With flaming skin

“Let me take you all the way in,

Again and again.”


Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 11

Franco’s Submission, Part 1

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 Bubbles from the jacuzzi jets
tickle my skin
kneading tired muscles
like Franco’s firm touch.
I close my eyes
While the rolled towel cradles my neck.
You look so relaxed, Morena.
“I am replenishing my strength
For what I plan to do to you, Franco.
Get out of the jacuzzi,
Go into the third stall,
Leave the curtain halfway open.”

Not opening my eyes
But clearly seeing him step out,
steamy skin
puddles faithfully following him
the familiar sound of sliding curtain rings
from the shower room.
I wait just a few moments
giving Franco’s water time to heat
he likes his showers hot.

I abandon the warmth of my refuge
standing still
recollecting my focus
and wrapping my wetness
I gingerly walk,
almost cat-like
towards my anticipated conquest
Franco’s complete submission
without granting me permission
where he gives in, willingly.

The third stall
soapy feet 
and quiet aromas of musk
welcome me
beckon my presence.
Gazing into his fiery eyes
Wild eagerness unrestrained
and betrayed by his extended hardness.
My towel falls freeing my carnal intentions
stepping into his soapy sauna
I push him back,
“Don’t move, Franco.
Stand against the wall
Keep your hands up.
I will do all the touching
you will do all the feeling,
y acabaremos juntos,
and we will 
come together.”


Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 10