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you are like rings around the moon
Feb. 4th, 2007 01:54 pmThis is about sex, and this is about tranquility, and this is about beauty.
Natural.
Last night there was a moonbow. The full moon surrounded by an aura. Did you see? White and gold and green and red and pink and blue. Thick and strong and full of power. Shining la lune.
For the past several days, our sex has been like the ocean. Too much power sometimes, swept me along tumbling over and over and left me gasping for air that teased and hovered. Crashing waves and heat and chills and sweat. Sensations everywhere inside, pulsing and radiating up from my pelvis through every limb and nerve and muscle, up to the very crown of my skull and bursting outward and flowing back and around, outside my skin to tingle and shiver and like a tide draw back back back all the way down into the secret places, strong and soft and throbbing with pleasure/pain, leg muscles shaking, lower back aching but it's been delicious like the inside of a pomegranate, picked apart and pieced together.
I drank kratom tea, made from kratom leaf, with my husband yesterday. It is a stimulant and painkiller. It had us feeling warm and comfortable, and the small dose we drank left us feeling tranquil and at total peace. But energized, although not like caffeine. In higher doses, it is considered something similar to opiates, euphoric and sedating, and can be abused by stupid people. The tea tastes bitter and herbal but works well when sweetened with honey or sugar. It is not an everyday beverage, though; I would not drink it often.
Several days ago I made red rooibos tea so strong it was the color of blood. I poured boiled water over six teabags in a pitcher, let the pitcher sit for hours, then put the pitcher in the fridge, still floating the six teabags. I pour the tea into empty water bottles to drink while I am at the computer. Every time I pour from the pitcher, I add more water filled to the top, and the tea is still bloody red and stronger than I have ever made it. It is wonderful. Eventually the pitcher will turn from dark red to very light red, but it will not be soon, not even as I keep adding water.
Jupiter is one of those cats who likes to talk even when no one listens. He will sit, meatloaf style, and murmur and chirp to nobody in particular. I think he just likes the sound of his own voice. His favorite toy is a small clear plastic cap that had been on one of my fingertip sprayer pump bottles. He likes to carry it around in his mouth and drop it at your feet, and when you throw it he fetches. I have several bottles with pump dispensers and therefore those sprayer caps. Sometimes he will collect them and gather them all in a pile in the middle of the living room, so he knows where they are. If I move them to a table, he asks where they went.
I have taken to wearing eye makeup on a daily basis, which I have never done before. I feel very feminine when I wear makeup, I am a canvas and artist like my mother always says. Enhancing and attracting the eye not to a mask or cover, but to become a work of art to be appreciated. A few nights ago, my husband kept staring at my face and smiling. He said, "You're wearing mascara. And green eyeshadow. You don't do that often. It looks nice." And he kept looking and smiling, and I almost felt shy. His eyes held a glow. With or without the painted canvas, he sees me as forever beautiful.
Natural.
Last night there was a moonbow. The full moon surrounded by an aura. Did you see? White and gold and green and red and pink and blue. Thick and strong and full of power. Shining la lune.
For the past several days, our sex has been like the ocean. Too much power sometimes, swept me along tumbling over and over and left me gasping for air that teased and hovered. Crashing waves and heat and chills and sweat. Sensations everywhere inside, pulsing and radiating up from my pelvis through every limb and nerve and muscle, up to the very crown of my skull and bursting outward and flowing back and around, outside my skin to tingle and shiver and like a tide draw back back back all the way down into the secret places, strong and soft and throbbing with pleasure/pain, leg muscles shaking, lower back aching but it's been delicious like the inside of a pomegranate, picked apart and pieced together.
I drank kratom tea, made from kratom leaf, with my husband yesterday. It is a stimulant and painkiller. It had us feeling warm and comfortable, and the small dose we drank left us feeling tranquil and at total peace. But energized, although not like caffeine. In higher doses, it is considered something similar to opiates, euphoric and sedating, and can be abused by stupid people. The tea tastes bitter and herbal but works well when sweetened with honey or sugar. It is not an everyday beverage, though; I would not drink it often.
Several days ago I made red rooibos tea so strong it was the color of blood. I poured boiled water over six teabags in a pitcher, let the pitcher sit for hours, then put the pitcher in the fridge, still floating the six teabags. I pour the tea into empty water bottles to drink while I am at the computer. Every time I pour from the pitcher, I add more water filled to the top, and the tea is still bloody red and stronger than I have ever made it. It is wonderful. Eventually the pitcher will turn from dark red to very light red, but it will not be soon, not even as I keep adding water.
Jupiter is one of those cats who likes to talk even when no one listens. He will sit, meatloaf style, and murmur and chirp to nobody in particular. I think he just likes the sound of his own voice. His favorite toy is a small clear plastic cap that had been on one of my fingertip sprayer pump bottles. He likes to carry it around in his mouth and drop it at your feet, and when you throw it he fetches. I have several bottles with pump dispensers and therefore those sprayer caps. Sometimes he will collect them and gather them all in a pile in the middle of the living room, so he knows where they are. If I move them to a table, he asks where they went.
I have taken to wearing eye makeup on a daily basis, which I have never done before. I feel very feminine when I wear makeup, I am a canvas and artist like my mother always says. Enhancing and attracting the eye not to a mask or cover, but to become a work of art to be appreciated. A few nights ago, my husband kept staring at my face and smiling. He said, "You're wearing mascara. And green eyeshadow. You don't do that often. It looks nice." And he kept looking and smiling, and I almost felt shy. His eyes held a glow. With or without the painted canvas, he sees me as forever beautiful.
