Hearing the scratching (We are the floor we feel,) of finger nailing the backing, (our unfrozen terrain remains unfrayed) while smelling the necking (as we explore the sacred friction of now.) and rubbing the skinning. Listening to the whispering (We slay the nights unseen) of lipping the lobing, (into tiny slices of salty slumber,) while earing the exhaling, (the silence we mince between our breaths.) and absorbing her wording. Rubbing the carpeting (I trim the jagged brim of her face with touch,) of juggling the unknowing, (I see the dim hem of her grin in darkness,) while exploring the flooring (cuts delivered straight to my brain.) and trampling the grounding. Feeling the stabbing, (I churn with each dip and turn) of prodding the flaming, (as we spurn our moonlit sunburn,) while wooding is kindling, (the whites of our eyes open and close.) and flaming the surrounding. Knuckling turning whiting, (The weight of our bodies, suspended,) sounding growing louding, (as though the strings are about to break,) rubbing creating warming, (so we cut them with touch unheeded.) creating fulfilling satisfying. Probing fingering darkening, (I crate her away selfishly in my arms) clawing grabbing smothering, (as we bait the master with our fate) breathing slowing downing, (and fall between see-thru, sheeted places.) releasing tensing flinching. Penetrate ing, swing ing, embrace ing, (I lose pieces of myself in her everything) play ing, ting ing, ring ing, (because she wants to have something of me) ping ing, bring ing, sting ing (so I can have her have me all at once!) ice ing, fling ing, sex ing. Ing ing, nix ing, coax ing, (I cover herself with the best of me) vex ing, ing ing, bite ing, (as she covers me with her better self,) adore ing, love ing, ing ing, (so together we are imperfectly covered together.) wrap p ing, drip p ing, strip p ing. Ing - Ing The rapture of a captured soul, (Opening the wanting) when it contains the mundane voids of tomorrow, (of slaving the yearning) with the wants and taunts of today, (while wringing the eyeing.) because the past was one second ago. Time is a muse all of us have, (Edging the gaping) and she gets jealous of no persons, (of slowing the budding) even though I make sure to rub my finger (while serving the willing.) across her cheek at least once a day. Tomorrow is a today that has yet to arrive, (Exing and offing) and yesterday is a today that has passed by, (of raging and raving) so the future is all we have to give the present, (while staging the laying.) to make her feel more important than the past. I silence my world so I can hear her (Ticking and clicking) and close our glass door as she turns around, (of trancing and prancing) us entangled in our familiar dance of age, (while airing our waking.) choreographed by her wants for me. The sands, the seconds, the minutes, (Trickling, dropping, passing,) the hours, the days, the weeks, (coming, going, freezing,) the months, the years, the decades, (withdrawing, paving, eating,) we have been in tango since my first breath. She changes her look from time to time, (Undressing, caressing, possessing,) from time to time her look she changes, (picking, biding, wanting,) from time she changes her look to time, (unraveling, confusing, amusing.) her time to look from time changes she. I set alarms so she reminds me of when (Control ing, slap p ing, tap p ing,) and control the sounds she makes with my hands. (litter ing, fit t ing, grin n ing,) With her stylish ways she controls me, (cut t ing, close ing, run n ing.) the tension we create being the clock's tick tock. I wait for her with every sunrise (Ing ing, wrap p ing, fit t ing,) and go to bed with her after every sunset. (imag in ing, ing ing, trap p ing,) I do not have to see where she is at (stop p ing, stir r ing, ing ing,) because she has never left my side. Ing - Ing - Ing - Ing She is elaborate ing, stimulate ing, madden ing, (Of intoxicate ing, cling ing, will ing is she,) She is win n ing, soothe ing, haunt ing, (while uncease ing, deafen ing, forgive ing is she,) She is degrade ing, appall ing, revolve ing, (and demand ing, slander ing, sweeten ing is she.) She is Miss Forebode Ing. She is damn ing, whine ing, align ing, (Of shine ing, atone ing, dawn ing is she,) She is burn ing, gag g ing, drain ing, (while poison ing, nag g ing, surge ing is she,) She is go ing, come ing, dangle ing, (and bang ing, lag g ing, long ing is she.) She is Miss Infringe Ing. She is please ing, yield ing, out go ing, (Of tempt ing, invite ing, impose ing is she,) She is stun n ing, strike ing, excite ing, (while ravish ing, arrest ing, provoke ing is she,) She is ing ing, inspire ing, appeal ing, (and unwill ing, belong ing, ing ing is she,) She is Miss Behave Ing. (Miss Behave Ing is she.)
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I was on a blogging sabbatical so I could begin the writing process for my next fictional novel. This was discussed in a previous blog post interview. I am currently seventy-two pages into my next rugged journey in which I am aiming between five to six hundred pages.
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