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[mcparty27]

20230205

My name is Ken

I made my burden's the Lord's

So He made His burden's mine

I am a messenger and a witness

Not a watcher, nor a guardian

It on this day the Lord began to reveal

His burden for the western church

By showing me my house

He revealed to me

What church leaders had done

To His house

Behold! the house of the Lord:

Messy and full of filth

Hoarding and holding everything they can

The stewards don't steward any more

They treat my provision as refuse

Sneering and scorning at their own prosperity

They refuse to communicate

They speak to me only about what they think I want to talk about

But refuse to bare their soul to me

They refuse to ask for help

They trust in their idols of materials

All their things

They oppress the poor to help the poorest

Making a show of their insignificant and self-serving "sacrifices"

"I will have my tenth" declares the Lord

"and the land will have its rest."

You will beg for help

From those you enslaved

But they have nothing to give

Warnings have been given

Those who heard

Shall be spared

The land you have consumed

Pours forth and consumes you

The people you oppressed

Shall require their wages at your hands

And the hands of your sons and daughters

You refused to confess your sins

Your idolatry

Your adultery

Your idleness

You cover your sins

Hoping to hide your shame

Now I will put it on display for all

The time is coming

The clock strikes its bell

When silence rests on the land

How deafening that silence

So repent! All of God's people

So called saints, and sinners

Implore of the Lord.

That He may save you from the coming woe

Warnings have been given

Judgment is at hand

His scales are perfect

Cry out to the Lord

While He may be found

That you may remain in the land

And carry His name as you go

Holy, heavenly Father

Your name too holy to say

Your will be done in all our lives

I plead

I intercede

Clean my house

Yet have mercy on Yours

Turn their hearts and minds back to You

Your grace and mercies are new every morning

Your love is perfect and infinite

Forgive me for my idolatry

Forgive me for my adultery

Forgive me for my idleness

Let me not perish in my sins

But bring me about

Into Your fold again

Still if now is the time to clean Your house

Do it quickly

Clear it of the thieves

Clear it of oppressors

We trust in Your justice

We trust in Your love

May it all be to Your glory

And may it bring many more into Your house

May it be a house of mercy

A house of grace

And most of all, house of prayer again

[mcparty27]

20221130

It seems the sun has set

The world grows cold

Chaos multiplies in the dark

Evil is called righteous

Righteousness is called evil

More and more people

Leave the shadows of steeples

They chase after every pleasure

But find that nothing is enough

Whether based in drugs, sex, or power

They can't get it high enough

Such is the quandary of Babel's tower

Where languages become mixed

Chaos abides

In the beautiful faces where devils hide

I am weary

Worn, and torn

I long for Your rest

In You I am content

Though my flesh longs for every worldly thing

My mind and spirit's only desire

Is to You in worship sing

I am content in You

I want for nothing

You guide through the night

You're always by my side

Your ways are perfect

In Your presence

I want to forever abide

In You I have rest

Though my flesh dies

My body does not stop

But in your arms my spirit cries

I cannot fathom the depth of Your love

Nor the power of Your might

I cannot comprehend Your wisdom

Or the vastness of Your sight

Holy Father in heaven

Draw me nigh

Make me like Your Son, Jesus the Christ

[mcparty27]

Wild Spirits

20221010

Oh my dear boy

Your mind lost out the window

You must be a good boy

Finish your work now

Focus, fully, truly

Focus now, at the work at hand

You must prepare

For all that comes after

Finish your work

Then there will be time for day dreaming and laughter

I can't! No, rather, I won't! 

I am yet young

I am yet man!

I am the steward

The apex predator, a protector, provider! 

Put a ring in the nose of the great bulls! 

Put reins on mighty steeds bred for war! 

Behold my best friend! 

Furry and four-legged

I could not ask for a better companion

Loyal, though curious and wandering

I find, like him, the more I'm fenced in, the more I must run

The more I am restrained, the more desperately I crave freedom

Hush boy! 

Be responsible, mind your manners! 

Do you think you can be wild

While providing and protecting? 

What man can find adventure

While minding good husbandry? 

Sit up straight, dress proper

Centuries of gentlemen have ruled rude paupers! 

Aye! Yet good and bad monsters have overthrown them all! 

I can be gentle but firm with my lady

With a leathery mind that can take offense

And dirty hands that can give it back and more! 

Feel my bullets! Taste my sword! 

You treat me as a boy

Like an experimental toy

Though I am a man

Even if you don't care for where I stand

You bind my ankle to bills

You bend my intent to your wills

You insist that I behave

Because you're a coward

No moral firmness, you could never be mistaken as brave

But this isn't about you

This is about me

You insist that I stay throttled, governed

I fight to be free

Strap me to the table

Put your boot on my neck

I'll break out

I'll drop you to the deck

Freedom is in my soul

Adventure in my veins

I've pulled the ring out

I've cut the reins! 

You may refer to me as insane

You may refer to me however you desire

Because I don't care anymore

I'll dance with the flames of passion

And I'll dance around tongues of fire

You can't kill my spirit

It comes from millenia old

It flew with Amelia, it was in King David's soul

It's been with every patriarch on every continent

Protecting his family, even if he should have to kill and fight

It rested on Tubman's shoulders, guiding her through the night

It electrified the air of Independence Hall and Tun Tavern in 1775

It rode in landing boats on June 6,1944

It flowed from Lincoln's voice after the bloodiest battle of that war

It sparked a warless revolution

That brought the pagan Roman Empire to an end

It's growing in the ground

Planted by homesteaders around the world once again

The wild spirits of adventure and freedom

I am wild at heart 

My mind cannot be contained

I will not be forced to medicate

I will not be forced to vaccinate

Your control cannot be feigned

I'll do, what I must

Do provide for those that in me trust

But never more will I quench my wanderlust

For even if I'm weak

In God I'm strong

Even if I'm poor

In God I'm rich

I am the steward of this planet

The father of generations

Son of Adam 

Best friend of dogs

The masculine reflection of God

An explorer, an inventor

Trailblazer, pathfinder

Surveyor, peacemaker

Hunter, gatherer, security

I am the apex predator

I am a bomb contained by love and stubborn will

Fierce, ferocious

Strong and solid

When I plant I foot, water must turn for me

And when I push, mountains move for me

I am the caretaker

I choose when and where to fight my battles

I choose to whom I give my love

I choose to protect the weak and innocent

I choose to have mercy on the dying

I choose to have grace on the broken and humble

I am not merely a male

I am not your boy

I will not sit still or sit quiet

I will not waste away in your system idle

I am brave

I am courageous

I am passionate

I will not tell you

But I'll show you

It is true, sometimes I don't have a plan

Trust me or don't, I go forth with brothers, yet on my own

And no longer will you stop me

No longer will you bridle my soul

No longer do I yield to your control

I am wild, in a way your system can't understand

So forever let me go

Or face the fire found in my face and eyes

For I, am man

[mcparty27]

20220408

Best friends

I realize now

I didn't really know

What that meant

Help mate?

No I mean, could you help, mate?

No? Fuck me then

I realized today

You could take it all away

All the hard work

Make it go away

Undo all I did

All I've done

I push and scrape and claw

Until my mind and nerve are raw

You'll undo it in a moment

Because you don't like the way it looks

If you only knew

You probably wouldn't like any of it

I don't want to care

I can't help it

It's not even a big thing

But my work disregarded

Unappreciated is how I feel

I guess I have to learn how to deal

I'll fix the yard

But only time can fix my heart

I just want to be alone

In the wildness of the wilderness in the dark

You're the only person I know

That can take my motivation

And cast it down to damnation

I don't want to leave again

But you make it hard to want to stay here

[mcparty27]

Indian Summer

©McPartysPoetry2018

20180215

I rode my iron horse down back country lanes

It was the first warm night of the year

Life had reengaged my veins

The moon peekabooed from behind mid-winter clouds

 Like a virgin behind her white silken shroud

The night was coming alive now

Shadows playing just ahead of the headlight

As it keeps every winding curve bright

I noticed a quiet country lane

And wheeled back around to explore this new path

The only lights along it were mine

A path of oak, ash, maple and pine

Which danced in the breeze

Naked, with only wee buds to cover their great bodies

Soon the asphalt fades to gravel and I have to slow

Before long this too evolves to grass, damp and green with growth

The clouds have begun to part

A full moon floods a distant meadow with light

I think I can almost hear singing

Above the rumble of my Honda Magna

I kill the motor and light

To hear a chorus ringing through the night

A whirling, high and low, dancing chorus

Almost like wind, except with words

It was a song of life, not dirge

I crept quietly to the edge of the meadow

If I had not seen it with my eyes

I would have sworn it was lies from any other fellow

There, in the light of the moon

Danced dryads and nymphs

As they swore off winter's gloom

They sang their songs in pitch and waves

I caught what lyrics I could

But soon was lost amidst the dances

When a female dryad grabbed my hand

And led me in the bizarre and beautiful twirls

That made up their glorious dance

As they danced, they sang:

"Come loves, lovers, and friends

It is time to dance our dance again

The Creator is waking us up

El Elyon is filling our cup

Come now

Before the rains

Bring out our clothes again

Let us come and dance for joy

We will be cleaned

And clothed in glory dear girls and boys

Come brothers, sisters, cousins too

Oak, Maple, Ash, and Pine

Fruits and evergreens

Come dance our thanks to our Father above

For waking us up

Setting over us His banner

Which is love

Now let us find again

Our mates from past seasons

May the young find love

May it be blessed by Creator above

That more generations sprout and grow

Come now, come

Link boughs

And dance with us, loves, lovers, and friends

Dance with us lest we never dance again."

I was lost in the trance

The love and hormones and desire seemed to be released

In many sensual perfumes that floated on the breeze

Covering everything in a soft yellow

The scents excited my senses

But caused my nose and eyes quite an itch

At last, I thought I might crash

I was grabbed by an older Ash

Who laid me in a soft part of that knoll

Where I drifted off to dancing thoughts

And dreams of the tree people

Dancing, reeling, and singing

"Come dance with us, loves, lovers, and friends

Dance with us lest we never dance again."

[mcparty27]

20220304

There's a presence I've been in

Bigger and all encompassing

Like a Father's hug

The warmth of a heating fire

The purity of a child

Stronger than any desire

It completed me

Made whole

Was enlightening and made me bold

Yet before it I felt smaller

Like a farm before a mighty storm

Yet it was kind and warm

The Creator

He was all I had been made for

All I had been made to reflect

So strong my longing

It's enough to cast all else aside

If not for corrupted meat I'm stuck inside

It's the most I've ever felt alive

it's why I'm in no rush to go

But I'm not afraid to die

The longing runs deep

Inside of me

Like the royal purple of a twilight sky

The maroon of the blood keeping me alive

I need it now

Where body and mind

Can be free

Where in in His arms

Purified, made whole

Forgiven and told

Welcome home my son

Good and faithful servant, enter into your rest

[mcparty27]

20220304

2 parts of one

Body, mind, and soul

Soul welded together

Floating in the ether

Body and mind

Split by distance and time

700 miles is a hell of a drive

Merely minutes to be made whole

I need you like I need blood

Like I need breath in these lungs

3 minutes without air

3 days without water

3 weeks without food

I think 3 months without you

Might kill me too

Food has made my body bloat

But I'm starving and malnourished

Breaking down emotions and conversations

To sustain myself

On slowly fading memories

The longing runs deep

Inside of me

Like the royal purple of a twilight sky

The maroon of the blood keeping me alive

I need it now

Where body and mind

Can be free

Where you and me

In the midst of the people

Are alone and whole

2 parts of one

Body, mind, and soul

[mcparty27]

20220304

I was raised in town

Not quite the Queen City

But a place steeped in history

Generations of farmers run in my veins

Shenandoah dairy runs in my name

And highland cattlemen and shepherds for more than an age

I find myself in this place

A 5 mile wide strip

Of concrete and haze

Weaved in the wetlands

Where the gators and flamingos graze

I might not have grown with the corn in the fields

But my heart and soul long

For a place where the land is still strong

Where there's more land than roads

More roads than cars

The longing runs deep

Like the royal purple of a twilight sky

The maroon of the blood keeping me alive

I need it now

Where body and mind

Can be free

Where the blacktop ends

My life can begin

Where creation is the only noise I can see

[mcparty27]

20220226

The mirror cracked

I didn't even feel the attack

Slowly splintering in seemingly slow motion

Old cracks and new cracks

Self-care is just a distant notion

Stress on the mirror continued the spider web

My own face fractured

As the light attempted to show much image back

Did it explode?

Or just fall from the wall

Shattering across the abode

No more one whole person standing before

A thousand splinters glimmering across the floor

Seeing only pieces of myself

Unable to see how the puzzle is supposed to be

Not even sure how to fix it

I'll take the mirror back to the Creator

Let Him deal with it

Out of energy and ideas

I try to scrape myself off the floor

To pick up the pieces

He comes knocking on the door

It's the Savior, Jesus

While I'd rather He not see me like this

I know He alone can fix

The shards that reflect

This shattered mirror mix

So maybe one day it'll reflect Him

Because on my own the ugliness of sin

Breaks mirrors without and within

But taking on His appearance, the beauty is radiant

A light that fills the whole house

So I'll let Him in

To fix the mirror deep within

[mcparty27]

She looked at him with hungry desire. After all it had been three months since she had seen her husband. In his deep blue eyes she found herself sinking. The passion there seemed to reach out to her, the lust drawing her in. Her own blue eyes were aflame, passion burning into her cheeks as she thought about his body at her fingertips.

He felt a chill run up his spine, a tremor welling up through his body. Her divine beauty throwing sparks on the gasoline of his desire. Holding her hands he brought his face near hers, his gaze drowning in her eyes.

She met his lips with hers, their hands sliding from each other's hands to their bodies. Fire and electricity seemed to flare as pure pleasure spread from their kiss like fire chasing a vapor trail. Consuming them as their lips moved together in perfect synchronicity, tongues touching and tasting. Her right hand caressing his face, her left wrapped behind him and up his shoulder blades, clinging him to herself.

He held the kiss, feeling as though he might drown in it, melting at her soft touch and passionate embrace. His right arm cradled her neck, his left hand clinging the small of her back as he pressed against her, or she held him to her, they weren't sure, but it was getting hot.

She grabbed at the bottom of her shirt and he lifted his arms to yield to her and then worked at undoing her belt and blue jean buttons as she kissed down his neck. Her fingernails dragging down her chest, drawing a shudder from his body as she bit and sucked across his pec and began sucking on his left nipple, producing a broken chuckle followed by a low groan from his throat.

He allowed the primal bellow go in praise and gratefulness to her teasing and pleasure his small male nipple to a hard point. He stroked her hair with one hand, groping and rubbing her rump with the other. The trembling was reaching his fingertips as the hunger for her rose to a fever. She kissed his mouth again with a wild passion, dropping the rest of his clothes, he groaned again as she slid down his body.

She kissed his chest, his abdomen bloated by 13 years of hard work, stress, and bad diet choices. It was hers and she loved it all the same. Biting and sucking his thigh she smiled a devilish smile up at him, feeling his trembling fingers in her hair. Cupping his balls, causing him to breathe deeper, but with a rasp. As she kisses the tip it jumped a little, he moaned through his lips and she caressed his hardening shaft. Tracing her tongue around it and then licking up the shaft his fingers tightened in her hair and his breath stopped. She then opened her lips and ran them around the whole of his manhood. Lips sealed on him but teeth not grazing he gasped at the lightning bolt of pleasure bringing him back from the brink of death. He moaned her name, no longer shaking. She locked eyes again, slowly drawing him out, eyes full of love, lust, desire, temptation, with a holy purity in the whole act. She chuckled and let a small moan part her lips as his hips thrust after her. "sorry, I can't help it" he forced out. "Then don't." She replied, and began to suck him with a thirst for him. He gasped again at the searing heat enveloping his cock. She drew thrusts, whimpers, groans, and moans from deep within him until he was throbbing. As he felt the pre-cum filling his urethra he pulled her up to his mouth, in spite of her protests, kissing her passionately until her protests melted. He lifted her up and nearly through her onto the bed in a fever pitch. Rendering her naked as fast as he could, he craved her, to taste to, to kiss her there. He began trembling again, steadying himself. Wanting to devour her with the care of an artist, and not a starving dog, he kissed across her chest (which was rising and falling in ever greater heaves), sucking at her breast before drawing her left nipple into his mouth, sucking at it, sloppily at first, then as he continued to grow more mindful of her again his tongue traced the areola, the base of the nipple, drawing it out, making it hard. He knew every wrinkle and groove, the scar their oldest child had left nursing ten years ago. He drank her in, shamelessly, being refreshed and restored in his spirit as he did. Because it was his, and no amount of age or gravity would make it less precious to him. A moan exhausted from her as she drug her nails on the back of his head and the hunger was realized anew.

He lightly traced his tongue down her ribs, across her abdomen, and then planting passionate, sucking kisses over her mound pressing against her skin. Her legs spreading for him, or did he spread them? They were one mind, slowly melting into one body and soul, they didn't know, there was no thinking, only doing as he nibbled down her left thigh. The sexual musk covered them like a dense fog of sensual bliss as pheromones left the room feeling steamy. He kissed of rim of her left labia, then the flesh at the top of her slit. Smiling he lowered exactly two inches, kissing her again, just missing that external point of pressure. He kissed again slightly lower, lingering for a moment, she was squirming a little at the cool touch of his lips. Then wrapping his arms around her legs, as smoothly as he could he moved back up a little over an inch and kissed her firmly, hands pinning her hips as she squirmed, drawing away from his and then trying to hold her self to his mouth, he pressed on for the ride. Then, as she steadied from the pulses of pleasure reverberating through her body, he began a slow, sucking his, his hot tongue feeling as though it would cut through her like a hot knife, her body writhing in pleasure as he sucked at her clitoris with the same loving passion she had drawn on his cock. Neither of them could have told God in heaven how long he was there for, drawing her moans and cries of pleasure and praise as she called out his name and called on God and yielded to the primal calls of her body and flesh as they continued to melt together. He stayed as long as he could, drinking the wine of her body, tasting and drinking her for all she would give, and leaving no mess, but an even deeper desire was in fire in him and he was as hard as a oak. He kissed back up her body, her pulling him needing him, needing her, their bodies needing the other. Wildfire out of control as he lowered his hips to hers she took his shaft in hand, guiding him in, and in one sweet thrust they both gasped almost at once as he drove it in deep. Then again, and again, and again. In 5 movements he was buried in her to the hilt, in 10 strokes the unsheathed mushroom was stroking her deeper point of passion. Their souls connected, their beings were one being, their flesh one flesh, and they moved equal and opposite to each other. She thrust down in him, he thrust up into her. Harder and faster they moved as one, pleasure moaning and groaning from both of them. Grunts and moans and strokes grew faster, as they climbed the hill of her pleasure, calling for each other and unleashing groans of expletives as they climaxed together. The wild apex brought them both to unbridled spasms and breath stopping waves of pleasure as their world seemed to explode, one mind rendered back to two with the violence of an atom splitting. They continued their passion's dance until both were exhausted, settling back into each other's arms. Minds were separated, but body and soul were one, as they always had been since that very first time.

[mcparty27]

20220210

Red-headed and freckle-faced. He felt like he was in sixth-grade again, facing the first day of middle school. Hardly however. He was 31, it had been six years, and it was time. The music was loud, mind-numbingly loud. 'That's a good thing, right? Wait, obviously it's too loud for me to overthink everything, damn.' He paid the bouncer and pressed into the fray. 'A drink, yeah, something to slow me down.' He was too aware of his own anxiety. He was an introvert afterall, and this wasn't his scene. If he had to go out he'd much rather prefer to go to a quiet sports bar, eat a little, share some light conversation, and go home. This wasn't. His "BLF" insisted though. She and her wife were supposed to meet him here, help him connect with a woman, any woman, no pressure, no dating, just to say "hello." There was no singles ministry at his church, it was debatable as to whether there were any single ladies there, at least any that were younger than 45. It had been odd going to a widow/widowers therapy group and being the only one under 50. He knew a few widows in online forums, but he really didn't want, or they didn't want, or-he didn't know.

"Dude you're going to have to order or back off the bar." The cute Latina bartender in low-rider jeans and a low cut top was giving him an ugly look. "Sir!" "huh?! What?" "Drink?" "Oh, right, uhhh" his brain was flying through his past, "long-Island iced tea, uh, make it a double." "You sure, you look like you've had a few already." "No I'm sober" he laughed in an attempt to mask his clear uneasiness and anxiety.

Paying for his drink he cleared half his glass in one tilt. It tasted so good and smooth, not like it was a concoction of four different liquors and a splash of coke, almost exactly how he remembered it. He breathed out a slow breath and looked around taking everything in. The technicolored lights, the people all moving in different girations and attempts to appear rhythmic, some who were actually decent dancers, the room seemed to go in slow motion as his mind was in overdrive, processing through every detail. He took another sip and his mind slowed enough to let him match the pace of the club. Smiling with a fluttering heart and trembling hand he began to inch his way onto the dance floor. 'I' m going to enjoy myself' he thought, 'even if I don't connect with anyone, just forget about everything for a little bit.'

It wasn't even a little bit when she noticed him. An athletic goddess with a tight body, toned butt, light brown eyes, raven black hair, and bright, hazel eyes. She was 25, tired of playing with college guys, not into middle-aged men, and ready for something new. He was quirky, taller than her at probably, 5'9? But no basketball player, he didn't look like a gym rat, but he wasn't fat, and had a nice butt. She sipped her rum and pineapple juice slowly, letting its syrupy goodness slide over her tongue in a long, cool waterfall to her throat. She bit her lip, starting a slow saunter just outside of his area of focus, she began thinking through her tactics. Halfway to him she let her swagger go, afraid of completely intimidating him, she instead began a light but quick shuffle to the fast pulse of the song, bumping and rubbing against people as she went.

She was ten feet away when he finally felt her gaze as met her eyes. He no longer couldn't see the trees for the forest, but could now no longer see the forest for that one gorgeous tree. There was no way she was looking at him, she looked down towards the ground near him. 'Of course, there's no way she's into me.' Yet he couldn't help but to study her for a moment, a thigh-length, silky and shiny, dark blue halter-top dress that didn't grip her as tight as many in the club, but showed off her every sculpted curve and line. Suddenly it felt like she was looking at him again, and now he was sure. He lifted his glass to her as he bobbed and swayed slightly to the music. She met the air-cheers with her glass and appeared to giggle, grin, brush her hair back with her free hand, and look away. It had been a long time, but he wasn't an idiot, was he? He began a slow, awkward shuffle toward her. The alcohol was starting to slow him and his over-thinking mind and he shook off the intrusive thoughts, he could deal with those tomorrow.

'Oh my God, he's so awkward, it's cute, and besides Janelle, it's just for tonight, we don't have to tell anyone, and I bet it'll be fun, at least it will be new. Could he be more white though? Are those khakis? Wow this boy is Gaffigan white.' She shrugged and smiled pleasantly at him as they squared off, roughly matching each other's rhythm. Maybe it was an hour, maybe it was four. It was 2 more drinks later for both of them that they finally spoke, and he was the first to attempt to break the ice, feeling liquid brave and needing to slow down a little before going back to the floor. "I'm Bryon, what's your name?" He yelled into her ear, trying to cut through the music. "Janelle! What did you say yours was?" He shook his head, refusing to compete against the thump thump thump. Grabbing a cocktail napkin and a pen from a nearby receipt he wrote: B-Y-R-O-N "Byron nice to meet you, are you English?!" He shook his head and gave her a sideways puppy look, their eyes still dancing with each other, stars twinkling from the iris of each. He looked at the napkin, blinked the fuzziness back, and facepalmed.

She wrote J-A-N-E-L-L-E on the cocktail napkin. He said "Damn, that's beautiful" loudly at the very moment the song ended. He blushed "uh, um," She giggled and brushed her back again. "Ladies and gentlemen it's…. Midnight! This is DJ Centauri and it's time to bring out the stars with a long, slow song for you to get close to that ssssspecial someone….. We'll bring back the energy after that-" The DJ proceeded to list off drink specials and an event coming up but the pair didn't hear. Leaving half-full drinks on the bar they made their way back to the floor that was now clearing of much of the younger crowd. The lights switched to white stars and lasers pointed at the ceiling to look like a sky full of stars. They swayed to the slow song, getting closer and slower as the song went, yet their hearts pounded faster. He was drawing her in, but she was trying to draw him in. She knew what she wanted, but this was more intimate, she began to doubt what she wanted.

She was pulling him in, but he was trying to pull her in. There was something intoxicating about an ambitious and driven woman-which the fitness and the mission-mindedness seemed to portray. He kept thinking 'I've been staring in her eyes far too long. So? They're beautiful, and it's not like she's looking away either.' The game of eye-chicken could only one of three ways, and a collision seemed inevitable. He felt sucked toward her face, slowing to almost a stop just before their noses touched.

She could feel his hot breath on her face, and it seemed like the song had somehow gotten slower. Was he pressing in for a kiss? Was he pulling her in? Wasn't she? It all stopped when she pressed her lips to his and he pressed back. The rum and pineapple mixed with the Long Island Iced tea hit both like a perfect potion. They drowned in each other's lips and mouths until they were out of breath. Neither could think when they broke free, it was her body talking when she whispered "come back to my place?" He looked at her perplexed and drunk, though as much from the kiss as the alcohol. They hadn't even noticed the electronic club music had come back on. Her trembling fingers slid up his arm as she yelled in his ear "come back to my place?!" He nodded, smiling stupidly. She shook her head, grinning, also drunk from drinks and kissing. Holding his arm she led him outside and she hailed an Uber on her phone.

It was a 10 minute ride of blurry lights, a few more kisses and small talk with the driver to a loft apartment overlooking the river of the college town of a southeastern city. "This is beautiful!" He loved lights. "It's no country sky, but it's still beautiful. Where are you from? I can't place your accent, though maybe I'm drunk." "Yeah you are! " She laughed in slur and he giggled at her laughing and making fun of him. "I'm from New York, my mom's Puerto Rican and my Dad Jamaican, but according to my 23 and me there's a bit of every in here." "I'd like to be in here." He said not nearly as quiet as he had thought. She pretended not to hear, but bit her lip, a soft warmth that had been fluttering inside was now a soft steady glow, she smiled at this, looking him over. "Can I get you a drink? I think I'm going to have just one more. Hey Alexa, play that list I love." "Playing, that list I love." Music came on across the apartment with slower, sensual and suggestive songs, the lights adjusted to a soft glow across the open floor plan.

"Sure, Whatever you're having, plenty of ice, need some water or this will hurt in the morning." He leaned against the railing of the balcony listening to the songs of the city for several minutes, feeling the wind wisp across his face, for a moment the fishy, questionable smell of the port washed up the building, replaced in a moment by the most intoxicating smell of vanilla and… he couldn't place it, but it was feminine and intoxicating, as if that were still possible to his already numb head. He turned, following his nose and there… It took him a long two seconds before he realized his mouth had melted to the floor. "Wow," "boy you are so white!" He giggled, his brain blasting through the booze to take in every inch of this queen in the corset lingerie and thong she had put on. She was perfect, maybe it was the alcohol, but he didn't think so, he hoped against it, because she was heavenly. Intrusive thoughts screamed at him. He almost thought he heard his late wife yelling from below, a tear hit his duct, and then all that rushed away when she took his trembling hand.

Seeing the tear she asked "everything okay." "It's just been awhile, a long while, I was married, that seems like another life though…" His voice trailed off, caught in his throat. She put a finger softly to his lips, pain and heartache etching his face. She bent her chin down and kisses his chest. "Can I kiss it better?" He shook his head "yes." She ran her hands up and down his chest and kissed it again, and then caressing his neck with one hand and his head in the other she kissed him compassionately, pulling him inside. He returned the kiss, flowing with her lead. She slid off his shirt and kissed over his heart again. "mmmm" he let out in approval. "Hey Byron, if you need me to stop, just say so." He giggled and replied: "It's Bryon." "I know," and she kissed and began sucking on his left nipple, leaving him shifting and squirming.

Unsure what to do, and for a second trying to remember if he had ever experienced that before. He hadn't said his wife was his only-wait, oh, "uhmmmmm." Pleasure and anticipation ran over his body like the fire over a flaming cocktail as she undid his belt and pants. Her lips were so soft, her body too, but firm underneath, alluring, sexy, beautiful, no carving of venus could have matched her. A fiery warmth seemed to meet her every kiss on his skin, which she was now at his abdomen. He stroked her hair back from her face. She slowly rubbing one hand up and down his flat and boring body, but she seemed to like it, or knew he liked it. Her other hand sliding down towards his manhood-which was arguably less drunk than he was. Sparks of electricity flew from their skin, he tingled, "fuck it feels so good." "Wait until I get where I'm going." 'Oh shit!' He hadn't meant to say that out loud, he chuckled, giggled slightly, what else could he do?

She was neither impressed, nor disappointed by his torso, it felt good to touch, he was mostly hairless, soft, but not squishy. 'Wait… what?!' "Whoa." Her ears told her that was out loud, as did his chuckle, but the growing glow of feminine desire inside that was already heating up had gas thrown on it. It was big, maybe not the biggest, but close at least of those she had intended on taking on, and if not the biggest, it was an honorable mention, and she could probably get it to be the biggest. She grinned up at him, at a loss for words as her curious hand slid inside his waistband. Her long, slender fingers wrapped slowly around his shaft, sliding to its base as it hardened, then back to the end of the mushroom. "Bryon, hehe, very respectable!" "Why thank you Janelle, but all I have to offer is my package, you are the whole package." Her hand on his chest put a finger to his lips again. It was nearly three hand breadths, 7 inches? 8? With a strong but not painful girth. "mmmm" her eyes closed as he stroked him, thinking through everything for a moment, the fog of alcohol clearing a little, the fog of sex beginning to roll in. She slid his boxers down, the need to just attack him with desire was burning her up, but she knew she had to mind herself, not wanting to give him too much, nor scare him off before she could have… that. She kissed the tip, and then kissed the mushroom, and then the rim. Running her tongue the length of it. It wasn't getting much bigger, but harder, definitely. She ran her tongue up along that pulsing vein on the bottom of it, back to the tip, taking it into her mouth. Sucking down it, her lips enveloping it with a seal, running it along her tongue, teeth never touching as she swallowed his hot, throbbing flesh.

He moaned. He had forgotten how automatic that was, how natural it was to give voice to his pleasure. 'why do people fake that?' A fleeting thought as her mouth wrapped him in a hot paradise. Hot, wet, surrounding him. Swallowing him, swallowing him? It had been so long. He moaned again, knees buckling as he instinctively caressed the back of her head, both to steady himself and to encourage her. She began building a rhythm up and down his cock. He thrust against it, primal instinct guiding every motion, each encouraging an equal and opposite response from the other. He was in ecstasy, and just getting higher.

She was on fire, she didn't want him to cum yet, but this was driving him wild and had more than her mouth dripping. She had him hard as she bobbed up and down over his manhood. Hot pre-cum spat in her throat. She pulled off him, kissing up his body, intending to pull him to the bed, suddenly becoming aware of her corset loosening and cool flowing over her torso. He kissed her passionately. The ambition and desire displayed by Bryon surprised her some, taking the fire inside her to an aching desire that spread from the center of her femininity to her whole body. His tongue knew how to touch hers, taste hers, she could feel him undressing her, caressing her, appreciating her, and it was kind of bizarre, but oh how she loved it. Finally breaking from the kiss she looked into his eyes as the held each other, bare, naked, vulnerable.

She didn't even let probably half the guys she brought home see her like this, and it had been a few weeks since that, and a few months since she ended a long-term relationship. Yet this boy, no, this man… She shuddered and a chill ran up her spine as she gazed up into her eyes. Where a manchild had been 30 minutes ago was now a man, alive again, definitely again, he knew how to hold a woman, how to look at a woman as she believed he should. Not like a worm and not like a trophy hunter, but the words were beyond her, captivating her, captivating him. That was it! She felt as though she was captivating and it was a drug she hadn't felt in a long time. He kisses her neck, clavicle, her chest, her breast. She ran her fingers through his fiery hair. A gasp jumped from her lips as her cupped her right breast in one hand, and her left butt cheek in the other. Pleasure was beginning to emanate from her right nipple as he kissed it, tasted it, caressed it with his mouth, and then devoured it. Waves of pleasure washed over her. A soft moan demanded to be heard and report her pleasure to him. The room swayed and her knees locked. Holding him exactly as they were she pulled him towards the bed, never breaking stride he switched to the left nipple, giving in the same pleasure as the other. Her fingers shook, and an earthquake of pleasure threatened to release from inside her. She moaned again. Her legs stopped going back as they reached the bed:'thank God' she thought. He was caressing her sides as he kissed down her tight abdomen.

Her skin was so soft, pulled tight over carved muscles of womanly perfection. A thin, well kept landing strip of dark hair ran 3 inches to her slit. He wanted to taste every inch of her. Every kiss tasted better than the last. He reached the end of the landing strip and he could smell passion and desire. He didn't even remember that being possible. She sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs a little, and he spread them more. While she had maintained a mostly chill outward appearance he noticed her womanhood betrayed her desire as his tongue descended the runway and tasted her. She was intoxicating. The wine of her desire was more addicting than the liquor his body was still trying to burn off. He knew not to be overly ambitious here, but there was something else evading his fuzzy memory about the art of cunninglingus he couldn't quite touch, oh well. He kissed and locked sloppily over her flesh as she opened fully to him. At first she gasped and moaned in approval, a bored arm lay across her abdomen, the other hand fumbling with her labia trying to aid in access. He realized her response had not increased, but decreased. "Not your thing?" He inquired. "Nah, most guys just don't know… don't worry about it." It hit him so hard he felt like the memories would knock him over.

He took a deep breath and while she seemed to be losing interest he began kissing on her slender shins, lifting her leg he nibbled and began to tenderly suck at the bag of her leg behind her knee. Her hamstring tightened and she shifted, watching him with interest, a soft fire returning to her eyes. It was coming back to him, every kiss intentional as he pressed his lips into the inside of her thick, muscular thigh- she was clearly a runner who didn't miss leg day, and the tensing and relaxing of these muscles excited him. With every kiss he lingered longer, but his tongue never more than lightly tracing over her skin, enough for a slight taste and tease, but not enough to leave more than a slight wet spot. Kissing a few inches up her right thigh, and then a few inches up her left thigh, and then again on her right. Each time sucking more, longer, harder. As he came within just a couple inches of the top of her legs she had split wide for him, shifting had become squirming, and he grinned while kissing her, one hand massaging the bottom of her abdomen/top of her mound, his other had a finger slipping up and down between her once again slick labia. Every time he switched from one leg to the other his hands traded off too.

He had started rough but whatever he did, she didn't care, he was on point now. It wasn't a drool fest, he was clean, neat, she could tell he was enjoying her, captivated with her body. He was kissing over the side of her left labia, she moaned, loudly. She hadn't meant to, he wasn't even home yet, but the spring of pleasure was sending waves of pleasure, still slow, but washing strong over her. She almost wished he didn't didn't hold such influence and power over her at that moment, he certainly didn't act like it, but he did, he was in total control, moving with purpose, and she was beginning to lose control over herself as he nibbled on the rim of her left labia. It was in that second that he found it. The bud of her pleasure, the flower of her femininity, he was bringing her clitoris to bloom and she moaned/gasped in a short, fast burst, her right leg quivered. Then he switched sides, why? Why, why, wh-suddenly his coordinated attack was like a cheat code he'd been typing in unaware to her. He pressed and massaged at the top of her womanly slow/bottom of her abdomen with one thumb, and did the exact same with less pressure and opposite rotation on her clit. He'd hit a nerve, THE nerve. She didn't even feel him kissing on the edge of her right labia, the quiver in her right leg had risen into her thigh. She was dripping, throbbing, inside was a furnace, the spring of pleasure was a torrent threatening to drown her as he pressed into the nerve

At least he had been pressing, her clitoris still felt stimulated slightly bu-his tongue hit it as he pressed firmly against her abdomen, he was hitting her g-spot, in a wild, muffled sensation as he stimulated from outside. It wasn't as intense as direct contact, but "holy shit!" Well shit, that was out loud. As he began kissing, sucking, and caressing her clit with his tongue the quiver became a tremor in her hips.. She grabbed his hair. Looking down she was sure she was on fire as his red hair stood up from her center. He drug his tongue lightly from clit to vag and back and as he sucked down again and she pulled him against her the last bit of control she had in the world seemed to break like a spring in slow motion. She couldn't hear herself screaming expletives in pleasure, her eyes closed and still her body was processing more stimulation than she was conscious of and all of it was pleasure. The orgasm drowned her in pleasure. The man didn't stop! Worse, he had begun running his tongue in and out of her! No sooner had one orgasm settled than she began to rise into another. Her back arching, throat moaning, he moaned into her pussy, what? She couldn't think or process that, she could-the next one hit. She rode the wave, shaking hard, grinding on his face, body tightening, relaxing, tightening, spasms wringing out her muscles.

He didn't stop, he slid a finger inside her. "Oh fuck!" she cried out. His face damp with her femininely cum she suddenly pulled his hair hard, but this time away from everything. He was high on her and her spring of passion. "Bryon… she managed, in me, now." He stood, 8 inches long, 2 inches around, and standing straight out he guided it to the edge of her tunnel. "Fuck me…!" He granted her desire, she wrapped her legs around him and took him all the way in moaning. Fuck me dammit! The fuel met the fire and he began thrusting in and out of her. "Harder! Fuck!" she whimpered, he whimpered and chuckled, breath ragged, her breath lost. He saw the third wave coming across her body, but as she arched her back moaning and screaming even louder she slammed herself down on his shaft and a literal fountain burst around him as she moaned loudly. Her kegel muscles pulsing and throbbing and massaging on his cock. They were toned too. "mmmm fuck" he let out. She wouldn't let him move until she was on the decline again. But when she at last - only about 30 seconds later-began to relax again she whispered "baby I want you to fuck me hard…" he began slower but harder than before. "harderrrr" He could tell he was stretching her out some, but her body adapted, she wanted every inch. Harder! Arms wrapped around her thighs he pulled her down on him, she pushed down on him, and he thrust his cock into her pussy, slapping their bodies together.

His body was tightening, he was fully erect, his cock was throbbing. "pound me baby! She insisted. Their bodies went from slapping to thumping together. He was moaning, groaning, and she could feel an earthquake brewing across her body. Aftershocks and tremors were still spasming smaller muscles, and this wave was taking longer. She knew this was the big one. They were dripping in sweat, she was burning up, he was burning up. She was taking it all in when she realized he was pounding her and looking at her eyes and her bouncing breasts glistening in sweat, but when her eyes met his they locked. "You want me to fuck you?" "yes!" she cried out, his intensity grew. "you want me to really fuck you?!" "YES! Please baby fuck me!" He was railing her, their eyes never broke. "Cum with me!" She exclaimed between loud moans and grunts and screams. "in you?" 'Shit' she thought. They hadn't donned any protection in their wasted state. "In my mouth - gasp- but not until-gasp-I say." Primal animal sounds were echoing through the room. She felt like a volcano as she hung an arm around his neck, drawing him down and herself up. She felt like she would die, but she didn't care, if this was death she hoped to die a thousand times. He moaned and screamed, hers hit like a bomb. She forced out "now, mouth now!" As she burst around him again and body hit with explosive spasms she gasped "pill hair," opening her mouth, screaming, gagging.

He withdrew as fast and as smooth as he could, grabbed her hair as she was saying it. Their eyes were still locked, and more words were said there as. Their throats echoed divine designs of ancient beginnings. He was already cumming as he thrust to her perfect face. His cum shot across her neck, chin, and into her mouth as he pumped her face, unloading more into her. She gagged on his enormity but swallowed down his seed, moaning on it, shaking head to toe. It was all a total overstimulation of pleasure for him. For a moment he didn't hear her or himself or the cool breeze or heat of her. She sucked him dry and released him, his rod falling and slapping the inside of his thigh.

He nearly collapsed onto the bed, and she pulled herself up alongside him. They giggled, bodily fluid everywhere. The thick mixed musk of sex hung heavy in the room. "fuck" they said at the same time, and giggled again, still trembling, spasms still shaking across their body. He brushed her hair back behind her ear. They smiled at each other. She smiled, taking her hand in his, noticing how beautiful his creamy white skin was against her dark skin. He smiled, noticing how perfect and beautiful her silky mocha skin was against his pale epidermis. "Thank you." He said gratefully. "Hmm?" "for everything, just something I try to say after sex, because I appreciate you and all you did, whether anything happens after tonight or not." "You're sweet." She snuggled into him. She would run most guys off now, but she was done. They both entangled with each other amidst dripping sweat and cum, passed out as the sun's rays graced the horizon. A faint tinge of pain tugged at their hearts, but it felt good to hold someone of such caliber for the first time in a while. The morning's problems would be for the morning, so they rested in the satisfaction and post-cloital glow of each other, deep sex giving way to deep sleep.

[mcparty27]

Spirits of the Late Fall

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©MCPARTYPOETRY2019

How I miss the green

The flowers by the waterfall 

Their soft sheen 

Dancing with forest nymphs by the firelight

The warm moon

The hot sun

Before late autumn had begun

Animals race around in the joy of the light

Before under frozen night

Now the trees have all gone to sleep

With the wind they no longer sing

With the wind now

Uruk-hai and coyotes howl 

An evil shadow casts across the land

The snow angels have yet to rise

Just past twilight 

It's a strange and scary zone

Yet I feel at home

The dichotomy of heart and soul

Spirit and flesh

How far is the east from the west? 

The distance from sinner and saint

An eternal entanglement

Found in me

Fire and ice shouldn't exist in bind

Yet I feel like Iceland most of the time

So I stand after twilight

Where the night creatures crawl

Mildly appalled

By the revelation that I'm not scared of the dark at all

But of myself

Hair on end, growling at racoons

Standing in the dark, howling at the moon

[mcparty27]

A Mighty Shelter in the Storm

©Mcpartypoetry2019

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A storm blows in

It rocks my tiny island

I see that great stronghold

And enter in

Into that holy place

The wind buffets

The rain beats

But it stands without a single leak

Me and all my constructions

Could never stand

But this lighthouse

Wasn't made by your normal man

Its stood in solitude

Simce before time began

It still stands and will stand when I've passed away

A great beacon spins on top

Issuing out hope

For those lost

On an ocean vast and dark

Whose vessels have been ravaged

By storms of the heart

The storm surge attacks

This awesome structure never moves

It's protection never slacks

I could never be worthy to be here

But the invitation was clear

I only must place my faith in this

This greatness named Jesus

A fortress standing tall 

Those who enter in will never fall

But be lifted up

In the face of life's worst hurricanes

Jesus keeps me dry

In the face of this world's evil reign

[mcparty27]

[mcparty27]

Two Storms

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Two storms rise

Lighthouses stand along the shore

Keepers in them lift their eyes

Shining the light ever more

Their bells calling against the wind cold

As clouds shadow churning shoals

A call to action

A call to seek shelter

Storms out on the gulfstream

Turning mean

All a keeper can do is call

Beg and plead

Storms going two ways

Different people

Proud and strong

Believing the keepers are wrong

Storms don’t rock these shores

Ships will remain moored

Devastation is coming

The keepers hearts

With each nearing breaker

Will keep breaking

Those belonging to the King

His praises they sing

As the surge comes

To scatter, purge, and clean

Savage will be that storm

Those who deny the King

Scoff at the cleansing

Ignoring the storm

That will leave every heart torn

Every body scorn

Giving no chance to mourn

Who can withstand the coming storms?

Cold winds chime bells

As two storms rise

One from hell

One from heaven

The only surety

Is in the peace of Jesus Christ

[mcparty27]

The Husband's Silent Pain

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Why does a man have to be so strong?

Why can't he give up?

Why can't he not go on?

There is no white flag

One day he wakes up

Finding himself in the middle of a briar patch

In the middle of a mine field

Every direction will hurt

Some might even kill

Sorrow and pain overcome resolution and will

He's desperate for a smile

To taste the gleam in someone's eyes

Anyone's eyes

The inspiration and motivation

That beyond himself there is still life

Because as long as there's life, there's hope

He sometimes wonders if he's already died

Though he knows that's a lie

He is slowly killing his body though

An 80 year suicide

He can't even share this with his bride

Because her pain is his pain

And that's the reason this wasted script

Another entry into Tumblr

Wasting time that should be used towards retirement

Her pain caused his

And to know how much

Might cause her to forever shut up

He can't let the pain go 'round

He lays back down

Pyracantha thorns piercing him about

All pain and no pleasure

He can't sleep

He's too tired to pout

He'll have to press on

Through the pain within

A thousand thorns

While never showing the pain without

[mcparty27]

Eclipse of Righteousness

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My heart is broken

Soul is weary

Surrounded by negativity

Immersed in a dead humanity

Joy dies

Hope flees

Love remains

On life support

I want to encourage them

But words like knives

Cut apart others’ lives

People need love

Need lifted up

But misery loves company

As we grow apart from righteousness

We fade into darkness

The church moves into ambiguity

As the world is enveloped

You thought the sun going dark was literal

While you ignored the total eclipse of the land

The embracing of evil by every man and woman

Even I

Quietly I cry

At our peak of society

Inside our souls we die

I'm weary

My tears have poured out

For months on end they flooded the land

Weeping for the rebellious children

Brothers and sisters condemn each other to hell

Ignoring the desperate sinner

Begging to know how to be sanctified

It's over now

I breath deep in peace

Because I've had fun

I've taken joy in what this world had to give

But it's so broken

I won't miss

As much as I should

I close my eyes

Desperate for the Holy Spirit to complete my life

One day I know He will

End this decaying shell

And save the eternal me from hell

And I'll be manifest

At the King of Kings’ wedding fest

Then at last

My soul will be at rest