Dimples and Werewolves

These last two days you’ve got my head spinning,

My body yearning,

My heart longing.

From the spiritual to the spicey… and everything in-between.

All the dimples and the goosebumps… made my heart sing. 

Thank you for making me feel alive.

Dear Miss Daisy

 About to board for the long flight home.

You and your family have been on my mind a lot.

Praying for everyone for a thousand different reasons.

Just wanted to let you know that even though I honored your request to not message you… you were still on my mind.

Dear Miss Daisy

 I thought about you all damn day! 

Not sure if you got my message on the shared notes… but I wanted to makes sure you knew.

You were on my mind.

All the time.

#TallAndTanAndYoungAndLovely

#ThatSmile

#ThoseLegs

#You

Dear Miss Daisy

Dear Miss Daisy,

Well… I do hate to admit it, but I am quite furiously satisfied to be in the position I am at the moment.

You know how much I am obsessed with your lips, and the way they deliciously create the most haunting, utterly soul seducing smile. Daily, I find myself lost in the memory of your magnificent lips upon mine, the passion that erupted upon contact, the explosion of sweetness and utter addiction that I don’t ever want to be rid of.

Those lips!

Yes darling… but there is the problem I find myself in at the moment. 

Second only to those lips of yours… I have found myself daydreaming without ceasing about my second most favorite attribute of your angelic figure.

Let me explain myself for just a minute, if you will humor the ramblings of a still smitten man. 

It all started with our very first kiss, there atop the kitchen counter… you in your cutoff jean shorts… your legs resplendently tan and butter smooth and my large hands took their time working their way up your toned thighs until they finished their magnificent journey on to your own favorite asset of yours.

The moment those legs of yours wrapped around my waist and drew me closer… I have forever been entranced by them.

Today… it was those very same legs that have followed my every thought. Those very same legs that have had my soul longing to be imprisoned in their smooth, strong grasp.

Today… you sent me a picture of you in a long black dress with the most delicious slit that ran midway up your tanned thigh. My heart skipped a beat and the fire in my bowls roared instantly to life as my eyes beheld the object of my lustful obsession.

When God himself designed a woman’s legs, he judged every bit of his creation against the form and shape of yours alone Miss Daisy.

It has been nearly two years since my hands caressed each gorgeous curve of your body, since my lips tasted each drop of your sweetness… since I felt the fruits of my loving labor come to fruition in your bodies orgasmic response.

But I cannot… nor will I ever be able to forget the way your legs felt wrapped around me.

I’ve looked at that elegantly sexy picture of yours a dozen times in the last few moments… and my mind can’t help but send a prayer of gratitude for the way the Almighty took his time in creating, you, his wildflower of a masterpiece.

I was at dinner this evening a thousand miles away on the other side of the world, drinking a delightful Cabernet… when I lifted my glass to examine the color and the legs of this new found favorite wine of mine. 

Each crimson line, each delicately satin curve… each velvet kiss reminded me of your magnificent legs in that damn black dress.

I am doing my best to not cross lines or blurr friendships… but Miss Daisy… my mind will be ever haunted by a growing list of your otherworldly attributes.

Second from the top of the list… are your legs my dear.

Yours,

M.H.

#DamnThoseLegs

#GodHelpMe   #SmokeShow #MiamiFifteen 

Happy

It’s wild to me

How just one smile can change my day

I see you thrive 

I see you grow

I see you expanding boarders, building empires

But did you know?

That one smile sets worlds ablaze 

With light and love, in unnumbered ways.

Your excitement, contagious

Your passion, unrelenting

Your drive, never ceasing

Your heart… happy.

Gratitude doesn’t begin to explain the words I need say

When you smile, that kind of smile and send it over my way. 

#CheesyButTrue

#DearMissDaisy

Hard Day

 Today

Today is a hard day

Today is a hard fought day

Conflict and conviction

Satisfaction seems unattainable 

When it comes to my heart

I beg for her happiness, I pray for her peace,

I hope for her wholeness… but what about me?

There are chambers in my soul, she alone holds the key to.

I’m fighting to not need her so much, but my pretense seems rather see-through

The grief comes in waves, eroding the shore line of my resolve 

The longing burns hot through the haze, revealing a heart lost in the foam.

Today is a hard day,

Today is a hard fought day

Resolve and resigning 

To fight through the next year ahead

Beautifully broken, grateful in grief, refusing the retreat in the thick of the pain. 

There is ink of her on my skin, her mark indelibly ever a part of me.

There are lines on my soul, written by her for only the stars to see.

Then that smile of hers breaks in, blessing and wrecking both despair and delight 

With song she ushers the healing to begin, bringing peace as we are known… I pray for our hearts tonight. 

Today is a hard day

Today is a hard fought day

Hope and helplessness 

Surrendering my control, trusting the love we have is so much more than what we hold.

Forever grateful to be marked now as I am, eternally changed, always the dreamer… never the same. 

#ForeverChanges #WhenPoetsFallInLove #WorthThePain #ABrokenBlessing #MeToo

Dear Miss Daisy the next chapter (NEW)

 Dear Miss Daisy: 

After the meeting at the rental house and the flirty lunch together… (and may I just say that I have never in my life enjoyed takeout Thai food from the front seat of my truck quite like that before) we kept making reasons to meet up during the day. 

Though we had not officially fully consummated the growing passion that was consuming every waking thought of ours just yet… the desire just to be in the same room, breathing the same air was overwhelming in a way that the very word became newly defined because of you and me. 

We both are real estate investors… and I was looking for (and not above creating one) a reason, and excuse… just to see you again, so I invited you to meet me a couple of my finished projects to get your opinion on the final product.

I drove to the home early… made sure no one else was there and waited with giddy anticipation for you to arrive.

And this… this, Miss Daisy…  is probably one of my most favorite memories.

I heard a knock and the door, and I checked myself in the mirror… made sure I had mint gum in my mouth… and steeled myself for whatever would come next.

I opened the door for you and you came in, a vision of big beautiful hair, designer sunglasses and the smile that all other smiles will forever ,in a losing effort, compare themselves  against.

God that smile… lighting up your eyes, and illuminating my whole soul… from the first glimpse of it across the table 8 months ago… to every time I close my eyes even today. Your lips are perfection… and I want to worship them.

You took off your glasses, exhaling a happy sigh and in a voice that has indelibly imprinted on my mind, said “hey”, like you were unbelievably happy to be here just with me.

I kept up the pretense about showing you the house for a few minutes… but our bodies found each other… our mouths like magnets collided with each other and I kissed and was kissed in a way I’ve never experienced before!

The passion burned molten hot and soon our hands ravenously explored each others bodies. My large hand delighted in reading each magnificent curve of your smooth tanned skin with my finger tips like a bling man devouring secrets of the universe writen in braille.

Your exhalations, your moans and purrs were like a symphony and I was the conductor; eliciting the most beautiful music from her body. What these affirmations of the pleasure I intended to lavish you in, did for the desperate desire to please you… they lit a fire in me Miss Daisy… that even in the moment I write to you… has me ever burning still.

Can I confess… I’m not sure if it’s a phenomena or chemistry or what… but there was never a time where your taste, or smell or breath was anything ever but purely intoxicating.

Could that just be a chemistry thing?! Or a connection of a whole other level? Whatever the mystery… the revelation is lavender and honey.

Our bodies were in a fury, and I pressed you against the kitchen counter, my mouth greedily kiss your slender neck, your hands pulling me closer, harder against you. 

I unbuttoned  your shorts… and slipped my hands beneath your silken panties… you gasped as my skin met your skin, unburdened by these damn clothes… and I find your wetness, and my mind raced back to that first text; when you told me how soaked you were. 

I grin as you gasp… the prophecy of that first naughty text now realized, and my wild imagination fell short of the reality of truth of those texted words. 

God you are unimaginably sexy. 

I began to stroke your slickness and your clit begins to swell, your head writhing in pleasure as you purred and ground your body against my strong hand.

I wanted to get a better angle where I could please your further… and so with two fingers deep inside you, and my arm around slender waist…. I effortlessly lifted you atop the kitchen counter. 

Your eyes went wild I tell you! As I effortlessly moved you exactly where I wanted you to be 

You called it bowling… and that moment cemented in both our minds just how much we yearned to explore the mysteries of each others bodies and each other’s fantasies

I pleasured you to orgasm over and over… your sweetness dripping down my fingers, the aroma of our passion filling the home with our scent. Your hand finding my hard member and your fingers traced its lines and my fingers delved deeper into your wanton sex.

We pulled ourselves away from each other… the hour ended faster and more fulfilling than any hour has ever passed by, our hearts pounding, your beautiful smile deeply satisfied but still wanting more.

We left that home and went to the next one repeating the same pretense and ending in the same passionate kisses.

In fact one time, do you remember, I was too aggressive that we both banged our heads against the walls in the closet! 

We laughed and clung to each other… our bodies crying out to remove everything or anything that stood in our way. 

I laid you down on the carpet of that bedroom, your legs spread wide… welcoming me to be closer and closer.

Looking at you there, your eyes ablaze with passion… you biting that damned intoxicating bottom lip, and my heart and mind forever changed. 

We did not have sex that day… but neither of us had ever had experienced a passion like that before; and though I found the true reason God gave me hands… we were just getting started.

Yours, 

 #AlwaysOnMyMind #LavenderAndHoney

Dear Miss Daisy

CHAPTER 3:

Dear Daisy, 

We had been teasing and talking… flirting and hell I even helped you orgasm over the phone, but besides that very first time we met… I had only ever seen you in person then once. 

Can you believe that?! That much attraction, that much building sexual tension and only one other time did we actually touch, actually lay in person eyes on each other?

What kind of sexual storm is brewing between the two of us? I am confident that epic would be the understatement of the year.

You were working on a brand new renovation project on a brand new acquired rental property and you invited me to help  with a couple options for the kitchen.

To say that I was nervous to see you again… was quite the understatement. You met me at the driveway, I remember it was starting to rain… the overcast sky retreated the moment you extended those tan legs out of your driver side door. 

I was planning on doing just that, helping you with your project, but i have to confess that your smile and those legs in those cutoff shorts; threatened every good intention in me.

(I can still close my eyes and relive the moment plain as day…)

You lead me inside and showed me the project… and I’ll never forget as long as live the moment you took me to the sliding glass door to show me the porch and that small pond of yours. We were so close; close enough to kiss you… to make you mine and yet I was so unsure of where we stood in person.

You are married… I am married… was this just a game, a flirtation; did you just want me for my contractor connections? So I placed my hand on the small of your back and you turned to look me in my eyes.

I swear to you Miss Daisy, my heart had never beat so hard before… and those lips; damnit all woman those lips.

“Will you show me the rest of the house?” I asked, doing my best to maintain some sense of professionalism.

“The kitchen is just over here.” You say and I can’t tell if that is disappointment or playfulness in your voice.

For someone who is always confident and rarely ever not in charge; this moment had me shivering in anticipation.

The sexual tension could be cut with a knife. Not one week before i helped you, for the first time, cum over and over again on the phone with me; while I smoked a cigar in a bar in Indianapolis.

And now… here we are… in your new rental property; the home demolished and you looking like a vision of my naughtiest fantasy… and I let you walk away and show me the next room. 

I felt so… out of my league here with you. And then… as our bodies found each other caught in a gravitational pull; we inched closer and closer until our lips found each others.

It was a spark that ignited an explosion and within an instant our hands were groping, clawing at each other; desperate to find purchase.

You wrapped your arms around my neck as my lips explored the new found territory of your skin. I lifted you up and in what felt like practiced unison… your legs found their way around me; gripping me until I placed you up on the counter top. 

I greedily kissed your lips, my tongue exploring your tongue; the bulge in my pants swelling into something so much more.

“I was wondering if you were FINALY going to kiss me!” You say with a playful lilt to your voice.

“I was wondering if you really wanted me to!” I say with a wry grin.

You bite that lip again and I am absolutely incapable of concentrating on anything else. 

“Who are you miss Daisy?” I muse aloud. “And why did it take me this long to find you?”

Your eyes sparkle in the light of our new found passion and with your arms still wrapped around my neck you effortlessly pull me in for a deep, soul changing kiss.

I pull your hips closer to me and you find my swollen cock with your own swelling sex. Your legs pull my hips closer and I have never cursed cutoff Daisy dukes before in my life… because at the moment they are the enemy to my wanton lust. 

Our hands tear at each others clothes as your pull my shirt off over my head. My hands find the way to your your gorgeous tits for the very first time and though you have teased me with them over the phone and with naughty surprises over the length of this inexplicable courtship… they are even more perfect that I could have ever imagined.

I let out a moan of satisfaction as i cup your breast and feel your hard nipples against my large hands. “Fuck me!” I growl into your kisses. “You are magnificent”

Miss Daisy… one thing I have quickly learned over this brief but growing affair; is just how much you love to hear just how attractive it is that I find you.

I feel you smile against my mouth as you grip me even harder with your legs. I surrender my caress of your breasts and my hands find their way up your smooth tanned legs.

I slide them up your thigh as you tilt your hips upward to give me access to your legendary ass. 

“Thank God for cutoff shorts…” my curse instantly turns into the highest praise as I slide higher and higher.

I squeeze with both hands and I hear you purr under my touch. 

“Oh I’ll make an ass man out of you yet babe.” You say with sexual confidence. 

“Oh I would gladly let your try.” I say in earnest. 

My lips find your neck and I begin to kiss and nibble my way up to your ear, the smell of your shampoo and your lust seduce my senses as you roll your head against my advances.

The tension is neal boiling over, I grip your body by way of your ass and pull you close to me. You begin to grind your pussy against my erection and if it weren’t for the few small layers of fabric between us… I doubt much restraining could be had. 

We kiss for what seems like an eternity… we grind and grope, caress and play; intoxicated with this new chapter in our affair. 

The saddest moment of my life comes when we both have to leave for our next meetings. You break my heart as you pull your white shirt back down to cover up my newest obsession. 

I kiss you against and you squeeze me with laughter in your eyes. I’ll admit I did have to tuck myself up under my belt or the neighbors would surly know I was NOT just there to measure your cabinets. 

We compose ourselves and I pick up my never touched note pad and tools and follow you out your front door.

I shake your hand goodbye, so as to appear as professional as possible; but my eyes tell you what I really want.

You… every magical inch of you.

“Well… let me know how I can help.” I say as I shake my head in disbelief. “I’ll call Heidi and let her know that you will be reaching out to place and order”

You thank me with a smile and playfully bite your bottom lip. 

I jumped in my truck floating on a high that has haunted me ever since; you roll your window down and blow me a kiss.

Damn those lips… 

Yours,

M.H. 

#IMissYou #ThoseDamnlips #NeverHaveIEverBeenKissedLikeThatBefore #SorryNotSorry

Dear Miss Daisy (preface)

Dear miss Daisy, (From May 2023)

It’s hard to believe all that has happened since last I wrote. To be honest… my world has been quite literally turned upside down ever since your attention has shifted from playfully curious to insatiably aroused.

I seems like a lifetime ago since our eyes found each others both hungry and searching there that day a crossed the table. 

I have to admit Miss Daisy that it was desire that drove me to you, this infatuation I tried to call it… hell even a crush. But this thing that was growing inside me has become something so much more than I would have ever expected; and you have me quite pleasantly surprised. 

You are obviously stunning and we both know that neither of us is surprised to hear that compliment in conjunction with your name. But of all the intoxicatingly striking features that make up your beauty… there is one and one alone that haunts my thoughts without little care for the affect it has on me. 

Your lips. 

Since that first smile I have wanted nothing else.

Even me imagining teasing and pleasuring every erotic inch of your spectacular figure… it has me longing to see you bite that bottom lip to know that I am truly making you feel the full magnitude of the passion I have building inside me.

My eyes seem to be drawn to nothing else… and then, once they find the object of their obsession, seem to look around only to find the rest of you wanting and waiting for my exploration. 

I have lost count of the times I have got to kiss them, to feel them greedily devour my own lips… but I have not lost track of my growing appetite for more.

I can write you about my love and my affections… but this Miss Daisy is not that kind of journal; this is a detailed account of my unbridled desire and longing for you, for your insatiable body and mostly… this an opus in homage of those damned perfect lips of yours.

M.H.

#TruerThanFiction #Gatsby #journalEntry #Tampa #Daisy #Longing #ThoseLips