Horny for Snuggles

Laying on my bed watching the delicious heavy rain’s got me thinking about how the 1st thing you do when you snuggle up against them is kiss the back of their neck

you just do

if there’s long wavy hair in the way you bury your face into the lightly scented depths until your lips meet their nape

then you apply one firm smooch to the base

then a very gentle light-as-a-breath one a little higher up

as you firmly but fleetingly press your pelvis forward into the ripeness of their warm cheeks

and you tighten then slightly release your arms

Unless you’re snuggling a friend

(Which means that you refrain from pressing your pelvis into their cheeks after the neck kisses of course)

then you just lay there snuggled up and experience the rain together

       ~KiDD

 

So many delicious days & nights of perfect snuggle weather.

“And if you can’t be with the one you love honey
snug the one you’re with, snug the one you’re with,
snug the one you’re with, snug the one you’re with.”

Anxiety or Anticipation

When I am experiencing anxiety:  My mind knows nothing is going to happen but can’t stop thinking “But what if it does?!”

When I am experiencing an unrequited crush: My mind knows nothing is going to happen but can’t stop thinking “But what if it does?!”

~KiDD

Unintentional Feelings

Dream whirled

Feelings that I do not intend to use
nothing to gain
but what is there to lose?

Delectable flutterings like a tasty crave
difficult to manage
trying to get my thoughts to behave.

Dazed, preoccupied and distracted,
scenes involuntarily imagined
unable to be redacted.

Slight control of my delicious dreams,
less than usual,
maybe that’s just the way that it seems.

Perhaps my effort is merely token,
a sham of an endeavor,
to cease dreaming of things emphatically left unspoken.

Can it even be done?
Please do not teach me.
That would be less fun.

Dallying with the consciously unthought
we drift through my nocturnal illusion
where deed and sentiment are less fraught.

Serendipitous pleasures I don’t want to miss
I won’t learn how to quit
Ignorance is such delicious bliss.

~KiDD

Dream whirled

Holy Sh*t my kid…

Blue Waters ~ Alistair Taylor
Published on Jul 22, 2015

A spoken word inspired by bullying, judgment, and any of those things in this world we all need to treat as they deserve. Never let it affect you, Because to hurt others is truly pointless.

( FEEL FREE TO SHARE THIS POST OR  JUST THE YOUTUBE VIDEO 😀 )

Words:

“We all wear a blank slate,

Staring into the mirror and practicing your fake face,

because you’re sick of all the questions asking why you’re never smiling,

so you put on a mask for awhile but get home and then break,

when before you’d simply crack,

now you’re crumbling down to nothing but blank space,

because you don’t even feel tangible,

despite feeling the weight of the thoughts on your shoulders,

causing you a lack of sleep,

and I know it feels the pressure was all from yourself

but you’d never have these f*cking thoughts if it wasn’t for someone else,

pointing out the things that they knew would f*cking pull you down,

make you think you’re something other than perfect,

because I swear to god we’re all born perfect until we’re told otherwise.

Why did we have to get hurt and pushed into a disguise?

If I was sad right now I’d f*cking cry

because tears are beautiful if they’re asking for a caring eye,

to come through and make you smile instead of staying inside,

this f*cking bubble and living inside your pain until you f*cking crumble.

There’s nothing beautiful about making someone feel like they’re just crumb,

an insignificant speck of dust,

floating around pointlessly until they dissipate into something less than nothing.

We are all important,

we are all perfect,

Beauty by definition is to please the senses or mind,

and I swear to god ever since you were born,

ever since there were thoughts in your mind,

you were pleased.

You were pleased.

So please, don’t forget,

no matter what you’ve thought,

what you’ve been told,

you are beautiful from your head,

to your toes.

From the day you were born,

to the day that you go.

There is nothing you have to hold,

inside yourself,

just let it flow,

until one day,

the water turns from black…

to blue.”

             ~ Alistair Taylor

Holy Shit my kid…

Blue Waters ~ Alistair Taylor
Published on Jul 22, 2015

A spoken word inspired by bullying, judgment, and any of those things in this world we all need to treat as they deserve. Never let it affect you, Because to hurt others is truly pointless.

( FEEL FREE TO SHARE THIS POST OR  JUST THE YOUTUBE VIDEO 😀 )

Words:

“We all wear a blank slate,

Staring into the mirror and practicing your fake face,

because you’re sick of all the questions asking why you’re never smiling,

so you put on a mask for awhile but get home and then break,

when before you’d simply crack,

now you’re crumbling down to nothing but blank space,

because you don’t even feel tangible,

despite feeling the weight of the thoughts on your shoulders,

causing you a lack of sleep,

and I know it feels the pressure was all from yourself

but you’d never have these fucking thoughts if it wasn’t for someone else,

pointing out the things that they knew would fucking pull you down,

make you think you’re something other than perfect,

because I swear to god we’re all born perfect until we’re told otherwise.

Why did we have to get hurt and pushed into a disguise?

If I was sad right now I’d fucking cry

because tears are beautiful if they’re asking for a caring eye,

to come through and make you smile instead of staying inside,

this fucking bubble and living inside your pain until you fucking crumble.

There’s nothing beautiful about making someone feel like they’re just crumb,

an insignificant speck of dust,

floating around pointlessly until they dissipate into something less than nothing.

We are all important,

we are all perfect,

Beauty by definition is to please the senses or mind,

and I swear to god ever since you were born,

ever since there were thoughts in your mind,

you were pleased.

You were pleased.

So please, don’t forget,

no matter what you’ve thought,

what you’ve been told,

you are beautiful from your head,

to your toes.

From the day you were born,

to the day that you go.

There is nothing you have to hold,

inside yourself,

just let it flow,

until one day,

the water turns from black…

to blue.”

             ~ Alistair Taylor