I have been lax about writing of late. I have all of these pieces rattling, half finished, behind the confines of my daily life. They are like mental poltergeists flinging things around and disturbing the force of my concentration. I can sense them in the corners of my mind. I feel their presence as I wander through the rooms of my psyche. I simply fail to see them dead on.
When I turn my head I catch a glimpse in my emotional periphery, but they have no reflections in the mirrors that are my eyes. They won't come out to play in the open. Instead, they send warning volleys into the middle of the floor. They tease me with their almost-presence and haunt me in the night.
I can perceive them lurking in dark corners, and shrinking from the light of my pen. But always, always, they are there. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting to be written. Secretly hoping that I'll find the incantation that lets them loose on the world. Wishing to be freed to the relative concreteness of paper.
I can feel them brush past me -- laughing, always laughing at me -- as I'm drifting off to sleep at night. I startle at their touch, and am instantly wide awake. Maddeningly, I am rarely fast enough to catch one by the toe as it leaps, cackling maniacally, over my head. It's shrill snicker frustrates my writer's spirit as it dances past me in the darkness.
I have to sneak up on these hide-y pieces. I can't catch these directly. I am forced to come at them from the side while whistling a merry I-don't-care-if-you're-written tune all the while. Only then can I reach out, lightning fast, and pin one to the page, like the literary equivalent of a butterfly collector adding a short-lived luna moth to her collection.
And when I do, I crow a triumphant "how do you like me now" to the others and feel them lean in a little closer...silently wishing to be next.
I like big tits! This, I admit -- medium and small ones too! Tits or titties, boobies or breasts, are wondrous things to view.
I sometimes think I like them best Spilling unapologetically from a too-tight dress.
Or bursting forth from the tantalizing V of a t-shirt worn a bit snugly.
Overflowing from a sweater that fits? What a perfect display vehicle for a lovely pair of tits!
When small and pert, it comes to pass I visualize them in a crystal champagne glass and toast their petite grace, so fine with an expensive bottle of sparkling wine
A feast for the senses, pillows for our head for the soul a gentle respite, and delectable in bed.
From birth, a source of nourishment, of comfort and fascination; as adults they are the subject of unabashed temptation
Men envy us for having breasts; blessed are we that possess them! We can stay home and play with them, and lovingly caress them
I'm grateful that all tits exist they are indeed divine I honor their abundances with poorly crafted rhyme.
So exalt their feminine beauty with this fervent prayer: Oh Heavens! I am thankful that women's breasts are there! ===========================================
Photo by Laura Brueckner
I like big tits I must confess; they're, by definition, grand. And small breasts hold no less appeal, I'm sure you understand. I find them gently comforting and titillating too. I confess to my distraction when breasts come into view! They fed us as an infant, and our ancestors before us. To them we should be grateful and raise a joyful chorus. In fitted sweaters, riveting; in corsets so amazing In pretty bras, they give us pause and set our pulse a-blazing. We cover them with lingerie; with fripperies adorn them. We push them up, and strap them down, and hopefully adore them. They jiggle as a woman walks, displaying female grace. One cannot help but gaze at them despite a lovely face. We want them and we dream of them from morning into night. We can not get enough of them in all their female might. So honor yours and treat them well, each month be sure to check them Be thankful that you have your own; please frequently inspect them. By all that's Holy, they're Divine; art devised by nature Both ornamental and well-designed, regardless of nomenclature. Breasts could launch a thousand ships, they hold such fascination I like big tits. I like all tits! All Hail Tits! Celebration!
"I like big tits" said a man from Peru "But I'm fond of the smaller ones too And those in the middle, I too like to diddle Hooray for all titties! Woohoo!"
I am the nakedstranger in your bed tonight. I am spread out beneath your sheets, patiently waiting for you.
I am easily turned on. All it takes is your caress in the right place, and I start to get hot. Until you choose to join me, I will lie here...anticipating your arrival...feeling sultrier by the minute.
Warmed by a hidden energy, I am kept flushed and glowing by the weight of the covers above me. I am here because you placed me here. I am turned on at your whim and by your command. I feel heat emanating from every fiber of my being as I await your return.
Electrified and looking forward to the exchange of my ardor for yours, I know that soon I will feel your weight on me, sinking into me; your flesh pressed against my fevered skin. I am stretched across the contours of your mattress, and I will be keeping you in a heated state all night.
You come to me, and I welcome the delicious pressure of your body on mine, and give you all the intensity you require in return. I caress you with a fervor you won't want to recover from and provide a matching warmth for your every move.
If I start to cool, you can simply reach out and turn me on again. I will make you hot over and over, until you are tired and ready for sleep. Then I will curve around you and hold you gently as you drift into sweet oblivion.
With me pressed against you, I assure you that getting out of bed will be the last thing you will want to do.
I am the naked stranger in your bed tonight. I am spread out beneath your sheets, patiently waiting for you...
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Tanya Anguita is a photographer, writer, & performer who finds delight in the small details of life. She owns Frog Song Photography in Berkeley, California and posts to three blogs: