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Voices in the Darkness (Day 8: Inner Voices Poem)

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Voices in the Darkness

 

“I need to sleep or I won’t be any good today.”
They say when you can’t sleep, you should just get up and write
“Who said that?”
God is trying to get my attention and He has it at 2, 3, and 4 a.m
“But what does He want me to do if I am sleep deprived? That can’t be God.”
Maybe it’s Mommie trying to send me some signs from Heaven
“Surely she can see that I need to rest and sleep, slobber and snore.”
I’ve been giving too much attention to devices and distractions
“I should commit to meditating and yoga after my morning worship time.”
You can barely sit in a chair without getting stiff, imagine sitting on the floor
“I got that yoga mat for sitting on the floor, so it’ll be comfy.”
What yoga class will I try, I saved about 15 when I felt ambitious
“If I keep eating bacon with breakfast, I will need to jog not meditate.”
When did jogging become impossible, did I ever jog for fun
“Joggers get high when they run!”
Wine makes me high and I don’t have to move
“The article I read said that wine can interrupt my last hours of sleep each night.”
Pandemics and masks, gloves and deaths, my students without school, missing friends and family, listening to an idiot calling himself a leader, watching the numbers jump by the thousands, staying at home, remote teaching jokes, parents homeschooling nightmares, to zoom or not to zoom, staff meetings, virtual happy hour, throat tickles, cough, pray…
“Shhh, do I hear something outside? No one should be outside!”
It’s the neighbor coming home from graveyard shift so maybe I should be grateful and go back to sleep
“I hope she’s safe and well and knows she’s appreciated.”
Maybe I should get up and bake her some cookies

Prompt: Before There Were Words

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Eyes wide awake at 3:28 a.m.

The chilling rattle of her snore

Kept him in a quiet disturbance

Medication schedules haunted his sleep

If only she could wake up and talk

And say their life together had been full

He knew but he needed to hear it again

 

In the morning

She stared from her pillow

With dawn’s light catching tears

In the corner of her eyes

Before there were words

Sputtering out in chopped pieces

That died as he cried.

 

 

 

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.