LADY GODIVA: The Naked Truth

Baby, I'm thankful for the air, you breathe the food, you eat; baby, I'm thankful I can see you seeing me knowing that your lap is luxury. That what you speak is pure poetry.  Baby, I'm thankful for your profile. For both your thumbs and every finger, I'm thankful for your eyes that gaze that glaze that graze that last and linger. I'm grateful for your sound mind, your tastes displayed. My heart rings for you as your face's a jewel. I've prayed to God to take this love away, chalk it up to dust and lust. She can scream, she can cry, she can look you in the eye while you both lie, she can say she'll love you until you   die, when every day we all wonder why you stay. Don't throw shade on my serenade when I manufacture marinade for my baby, walkin' swaggin' stately my Don my Trump my Breaking Window     In that house,          I'm your real widow,                 the only tended light.  Because she don&

This will either be a rough draft that I'll go back and edit as time allows and/or I'll retouch on every topic in more detail in individual posts dedicated to that topic.  In which case, this will serve as an outline for future blog post topics. *** *** While revisiting a very old notion, one I was forced to abandon due to a series of unfortunate events that all made me an ongoing victim of circumstance for almost a decade, I discovered in retrospect, especially when so many other things have unfolded since 2010: Pizza-Gate, Epstein's Island, exposure of the Hollyweird casting couch for children and young women, the #MeToo and #FreeBritney movements, countless strange sudden unexpected deaths of beloved celebrities via O.D.ing, suicide, or car crash, The Mandela Effect, Missing 411, the "storming of Area 51", Stranger Things on Netflix which is basically helping some of the concepts behind MK Ultra go mainstream because every aspect of that show is rooted i

Nu. "Why?," he pauses with his back to me, shoulders slumped, realizing he was myopic and had made a slip.  Anticipating that after all of these years, it was the last piece of 'proof' I probably really needed.  Still turned away from me, he halfway turns his head towards me quizzically tilting his head slightly to the left, over his left shoulder, "What'd we used to call it?" "Nummy-Nummy." "Oh...that's right.  ...Nummy-Nummy." When we were still together we had three cats total.  But one was special needs.  Because of Princess Bitchface.  It was her fault an entire litter of six newly-born kits almost died back in 2014 but their mother conveniently didn't believe me and gave his little sister two kits from that same litter.  She abandoned both young cats eventually at her former roommate's. Her roommate ended up adopting the black one exclusively.  Princess Bitchface ended up moving back in with her minion of a r

Hookup? Hookup?! I suppose that if I could just manage to be thinner, dumber,  sweeter, a dimwitted simpleton  of average intelligence, a myopic lush instead of a luscious mystic,  traded out my mauve lipstick, grow my hair out dye it blonde, put contacts in and an ill-fitting sundress on with ridiculous shoes...    I wouldn't intimate you or be regulated to dick-throb  instead of heart-throb. I would maybe be the woman they  see materialized as wife the kind to spend their life and not just the night.   Thank you for the drunken texts and the thoughtless ghosting.   Because I never think of you when I'm drinking  or when I'm smoking. There's nothing in the clouds for me to see. If only I was weaker, meeker,   spoke to you like Beaker. Was your cook, was your maid, raised your brats be your slave. Maybe there's something more to do than get laid... But no love was gave. So give me money. Treat me like a whore than giv

Oh, honey, I will and I do will drink that drink and milk that honeydew from you no lists for you just trysts and kiss  pure bliss Twin Peak I peek Thank You For Smoking been choking on a chicken who's been obstructing my very soul hip to hip spider swing real slow you're my only crush my only eye The Apple the lipstick  the lotion  the eyeliner and heels the banter for you to eavesdrop upon   Did I reach for a secret too soon? I want all of your shadows at midnight The fight that takes flight  grip my face just right and know all outside of our mouths is sheering madness. Gladness is your warm gun, bell tower hair trigger sun.  All of their gods and children can run. We be doin' what Adam and Lilith's instinctively done, no prenup or insurance premium.    You want hours or days?  Touches or torture?  If we could find time to nurture... It's all conjecture and speculation. Anticipation in apprehension.   We can decide the di

I had wanted to be  your Russian Doll, rushing in back up against the wall. Hair in disarray.   Looking up at you while  our mouths played.   Your shoulders       they never seemed so wide, so  beautiful.  Is his eyes. Wish I had met you in 2016's early Fall. Now I'm dropping like an NYE ball. I'm stuck watching & waiting  anticipating, always hesitating my gallop has slowed to a crawl   ...you've never stood so tall. Go call your partner,      I'd better call Saul. Leave you to your milieu.      Stop wondering of you. Used to dislike him  'cause he called me 'Beth' then I ached to partake in a shared breath. But my spot came out for a lady with a family all Brady. When there's nothing Mickey about you. Telling myself it's an awkward inconvenience  a ferried flight of emotion  lucid dreaming at its best A mind trip vacation A distraction       from this life vest. There are no rooms entombed in this chest.

Weary of being coy, boy as I'm feeling far more coquettish. Wanna settle this score more and learn each new fetish. Don't be squeamish, save all your meanness  Just for me. Kiss me hard, love me long, love me loud Don't make me wait. (do it now) Don't want you on bended knee (not exactly)  Don't need you to be a good daddy (not exactly)  I just want you, very matter factly and we can be good at behaving badly Because I know we could. Wanna be your sexual sexed-up sex  sec retary   So save all your scary  just for me. I wanna hear you breathe (just for me) I wanna see you writhe  (just for me)  I'll be on Plan B for you in the kitchen wearing nothin'  but Jimmy Choo and what we gonna do?      While waitin' for that dashing door to come through?      No more hesitating.   Think you need to cum here and show me what you can really do Think you need to move me like a house Arch my back and rip my blouse Don't