Wild Child

Wild Child

Friday, March 30, 2012

The Wingman's Doing: Part 3


Makes me horny…
Not good if I have too much…
I glance at the guy again…
He’s dark, average height with short hair and dark eyes…
Nice bone structure…
Cute, I think to myself…
He keeps glancing my way…
He says, “Did you just get back from a vacation?”…
“No, why do you ask?”…
“You got this nice glow”…
I smile, “I got this glow all year long. I’m blessed with good skin”…
Being obnoxious…
He laughs…
“I haven’t taken a vacation in months, I actually need one”…
“You don’t seem like the skiing type”…
“No, I’m the beach type. Tropics for me”…
“Although I’d love to learn how to snowboard”…
He keeps looking at me with a smile…
LL comes back over….
“What’s going on?”…
I give her a look which she recognizes, the one that says he’s hitting on me…
She get’s excited…
I’m getting over a broken heart…
She’s dying for me to get a man…
She says to him, “So what’s your flavor?”…
He’s like, “Puerto Rican, Italian, and Cherokee”…
She’s like, “So you guys have a little something in common”…
Glances back and forth between us like a mischievous kid…

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

The Wingman's Doing: Part 2


She’s like a pistol, this one…
We get along great the two of us…
Go back like twenty years…
She’s wearing tight jeans and sexy little crop t shirt and showing off her tummy…
Simple kind of gal…
Doesn’t hold back for no one…
I’m wearing some black sequin leggings and a black corset top that ties along the front…
High strappy black sandals with studs…
A little dominatrix looking…
Wearing my hair super curly and wild…
Like, the mood I’m in…
The waiter brings our drinks…
He’s cute, the buff athletic type…
Full of himself though…
Turnoff…
I start glancing around the club to check out the action…
Not seeing anyone that catches my eye at the moment…
LL starts dancing to a song that comes on that she loves, right there by the bar…
Attracting attention as usual…
Fearless…
Turn to grab my lime and salt to do my shot…
The guy right next to me is checking me out…
I look at him…
Lick the salt off my hand, gulp the tequila and suck the lime…
Mm, good shit! …
I get such a buzz off tequila…

Monday, March 26, 2012

The Wingman's Doing: Part 1


I hear a voice over the music…
“Hey Caramel, what did you say you wanted to drink?”…
I’m on the dance floor just feelin’ the music…
I don’t want to stop…
Not even to drink…
Sometimes the music just takes over me…
Possessed by the beats…
Making my body do things I didn’t know it could do…
“Hey Caramel”, she yells…
One of my best buddies…
I call her LL, but I should call her my wingman…
Nobody’s got my back like her…
“Chiquitaaaaaa”, she yells again…
Another nickname I have…
Have so many, I loose count…
I start swaying my hips back to the bar…
Stopping and dancing with different people along the way…
Now I’m swaying my arms up in the air…
Yeah, havin’ so much fun…
“What’s up?”
“Drink, what kind again?”…
“Tequila shots tonight baby!”…
She tells the waiter, “a shot of tequila and a seven and seven”…
The two of us start dancing with each other like we’re into each other…
She’s short with blonde hair, slanty dark eyes and wavy blonde locks…

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Ambrosia...



I escape my confining imprisonment
freeing my shackles of solitude
held captive to the chastity of love.
Forced to conceal my true nature
I become exhilarated, the idea of love.

Precious, myself to be.
Captivity no longer disguising my divine being,
Dulce Calamellus Blossom.
Unfolding my bloom, my presence known
I become the focus, my swollen petals.

Almost driven mad, a fit of insanity
I become un-tamable in my new quest.
Offering what he truly seeks, elixir of life.
A potion sought by  gods, to be consumed
my sweet toxic hallucinogenic ambrosia.

Preparing, sharing my love
knowing, medicine of the heart
I exhibit facets, elements.
My being chemically brewed, a unique tonic
realizing no alchemist shall ever concoct my unusual properties.

Airing my intense perfumed aroma I attract him
opening my petals, reaching out to him.
Inflamed with passion, the sight of me
rich in energy, he cannot resist my call to nature
sourcing  protection, his deficient soul.

Releasing my golden syrupy secretion
he consumes sweet nectar of my being.
Invigorated by nutrients of my honey
stimulated appetite displaying satisfaction
never demurring, being fed delectable delicacy.

Understanding, sharing the fruits, my flower
my offer, overwhelmed of his partaking,
precious I know to be.
Treating diseased heart, destroyed soul, discovery of happiness
my Ambrosia, main ingredient, elixir to life.


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Love is Passion...

"Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find them? Forget your head and listen to your heart. The truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived."

-Anthony Hopkins, 'Meet Joe Black'

Monday, March 12, 2012

Strike Out...

     Strike out...freezing you out, distancing yourselves from each other. Not quite sure how to interpret a less than lack luster sunny disposition? Then your inner heat just builds a fiery anger against a deep freeze, the coldest of shoulders. Not the first time for me to feel a little fear, a little sadness and a lot of confusion. When the passion goes missing, when reaching out stops, when I love you's are no longer said...the realization sinks in that a change must happen and makes you feel more uncomfortable, clueless even. You try to put it off because you know the change must happen. Beware of what you ask for? No doubt, which means I'm sending mixed signals but then, that means I'm receiving mixed signals as well. The weight of my mind and in my heart prompts interesting questions and will always provoke serious answers. This is when I'm reminded how important space is, as well as give and take in relationships. When people are less than forthcoming, do we not take it seriously? Do I need to remind them or be reminded of each others presence? Not likely. Maybe, looking for some peace? Maybe, searching deep within ourselves for answers to certain all-encompassing questions? Who isn't? Yet, you constantly find yourself thinking something is missing or feeling that you're not included.
      It's almost been 3 years for me since my Ex and I broke off. I'd be lying to you if I said I had my shit together, or even let you perceive that. I'm struggling here, trying to embrace the single life, trying to start over from scratch, with zero. I've had it all, what most are looking for. I want it again but differently, better. How do I feel about it? A-Z, I've felt it all! I'm sure I'm still on repeat too! BUT...there's no self pity here, it lived here for a minute and I kicked it out on it's ass. I have standards, expectations and I will not settle for less. I can bend, flex and compromise better than anyone. Oh, and sacrifice? Ms. Sacrifice to you! I've been there and done that, but it doesn't come without a price. I despise dating, its doesn't feel real or natural. I'm not a package and I'm not looking for a package. I rather develop friendships that could build to something better. That's the real deal and that's what works. Teetering, rocking, rolling, roller coasting...I'm done, I'm ready to vomit all the negative feelings in the pit of my stomach. I can't hold on to that anymore. I'm a positive but realistic person by nature. I've always embraced change easily. I choose to surround myself with people and like mindsets. To fight for what you believe in. To speak up and be honest, no matter how deep the fear resides. To take risks, because if you don't...you deserve nothing.
You will not reap what you don't sow...
Strike out...
3? Not in my book, you're lucky if you get 2...
Yourrrrrr Out! ...

-Liz

Sunday, March 11, 2012

The Bad Wife Handbook

The Bad Wife Handbook
Poems by Rachel Zucker

I'm not sure where to begin. You see, I felt a connection to the poetry, and yet a disconnection as well. I was moved literally, forced to go in many directions. Wit is required to read this poetry. There were things that went over my head. Which makes me determined to go back and read it again, and I'm sure again after that. If I had to describe this poetry in minimal words... disorienting, scattered, conflicted, pressured, angered, lustful and ambiguous. She shares life as a poet, wife, and mother. Two out of three have consumed most of my adult life and enabled me to read in between the lines, not a requirement to enjoy. Lots of innuendos, contradictions, observations, and shared experiences were cleverly written. She made it simple yet complex, made it subjective, made me feel, made me think, and see outside my normal view (whatever that is); I'm trying to figure out my own gift wrapped box, that is my life. I'm just beginning to live in the world of poetry, as my first contemporary read it offers something very personal and something very global in which women can relate. It clarified the importance of "element of surprise". I don't know why I chose this book first, actually I do. The title chose me because of the energy flowing in my life. No one's perfect. Aren't we all at times, a bad wife?

-Liz

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Sexy Soufflé: Part 11 The Ending


Sweet and tart…
Like the rising of a pastry when baked…
Heat overpowering and altering it…
Making it rise…
Caramelizing its juicy center…
I frantically lose control of her…
She cums…
Ughhhhh…
Anywhere kind of love…
Fucking better than dessert! …
While he keeps his pace I grab his hair and pull his head back so I can look at his face…
I grin in delight….
For I see his delight…
As if my look has that extra spice…
To enhance the taste…
His ecstasy comes to fruition…
As mine did…
I think…
For optimum health, nothing like raw whole foods…
I grin coolly…
His hazel eyes glare at me intensely, as he did in the kitchen…
I bat my eyes flirtatiously…
Give him a nod of approval…
And in French he says, “Ma chere, Doux comme du caramel”…

Friday, March 9, 2012

Sexy Soufflé: Part 10


In desperation and excitement, I pull him toward the desk and push everything off…
I hop up and pull him by the waist toward me…
He grabs my hair and pulls it back…
Kisses my neck…
Long stroking licks as well…
This is the sauce, being layered on thickly…
Luscious, scrumptious…
Warm, spicy…
I can almost taste it…
Anxiously…
Desperately…
He quickly enters me and moans…
Groans…
He starts mumbling in French…
“Mon soufflé sexy”…
“Chaud et juteaux”…
I take my legs and wrap them around him tightly…
I gasp, “Oui, mon chef”…
I put my hands behind me on the desk for support and he sauté’s me meticulously and methodically…
Like he’s still preparing a meal…
The orgasm will be my dessert…
And then it begins…
Luscious and creamy…

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Sexy Soufflé: Part 9


Hovers…
He leans over and grabs my face and kisses me gently…
I respond eagerly…
My body following suit…
I feel warm and she feels moist…
I am hungry again, starving almost but for love now…
I open my dress unbuttoning it all the way down…
He lustfully grabs me by my ass and squeezes heartily…
He sees my breasts being exposed and starts to kiss them greedily…
In my mind, I feel like he’s prepping me for a meal…
Seasoning me and then will ravish me hungrily…
Delicious, for him…
Delicious, for me…
I moan in delight…
I grab his face now and kiss him forcefully…
I pull down his cotton drawstring pants…
The kind that look like pajama pants…
He still has his white chef jacket on…
His bare cheeks and legs exposed…
It almost looks cute but I’m sure customers wouldn’t appreciate it, I think…
He’s hard, large, and taking charge…
Here comes the main course…
I moan some more in anticipation…

Monday, March 5, 2012

Sexy Soufflé: Part 8


He follows me in…
“Now you just barge into my office, too?”…
“Who are you?”…
“My name is Caramel”…
“Just Caramel?”…
 “As in the sweet gooey sticky stuff?”…
“Yeah, just like that,” I laugh now…
“All I wanted to tell you was that your meal was wonderful”…
“I felt inspired somehow, fulfilled somehow and compelled to tell you”…
“It was almost orgasmic”…
I look down, because I can’t bear to look him in the eye…
He grabs my chin and pushes it up so he can see my face…
He’s quiet and curious as he looks at me…
“Thank you for the compliment,” he states sincerely…
“If everyone felt the way you did about my cooking,  I would feel fulfilled in my calling every time I created a meal”…
Pauses…
Steps back, checks me out, and steps forward again…
“Caramel, your face is as sweet as your name”…
I blush…
“I’m sorry I created a scene in your kitchen. I can be relentless when I’m driven to do something.”…
“As can I,” he says softly…
Steps toward me…

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Sexy Soufflé: Part 7


“No!”…
The entire kitchen staff has now stopped working, and is just looking….
The kitchen is silent…
All eyes are on me…
Completely embarrassed now…
“Fine, I just wanted to say that today I ate one of the most wonderful meals of my life”…
“Fuck you and fuck me for giving a shit!”…
The staff glares at him now. I turn and walk out and wave my hand in disgust…
I stop and take a deep breath…
Did I just do that? ...
I guess I did…
I start to walk towards a narrow hallway to be alone…
I lean against the wall and just relax…
What is the matter with me? ...
My breathing is heavy…
My heart is palpitating…
He comes out of the kitchen, looks around, and notices me by myself…
I see him coming and I try to walk down the hallway to get away from him…
There’s nowhere to go except a door….
I go to open it and it’s unlocked, so I go in….

Friday, March 2, 2012

Talk That Sh*t...


Partner let me upgrade you...

How you gonna upgrade me?

What's higher than #1?

Can I upgrade you?
Will you let me upgrade you?
Let me, Let me upgrade you...

(I love feisty attitude!) Hahaha

Sexy Soufflé: Part 6


Suddenly, he must realize my presence and looks in my direction…
I get wide eyed because now I’m intimidated…
His eyes are hazel and small …
His stare is powerful and strong…
My legs feel weak, mostly my knees…
He doesn’t take his eyes off me, and now he turns in my direction…
And walks up close to me and stares down at me…
“Can I help you?”…
“Are you the chef?”…
“What are you doing in here?”…
“Are you the chef?” I repeat…
“Who’s asking?”…
“I wanted to speak with the chef”…
Problem with your food?”…
“Who’s the head chef?”…
“Problem with your food?”…
“Dammit! Just tell me who I need to speak with?”…
I look up at him and I realize that he’s making me mad and excited at the same time…
He’s hovering over me, and I can feel the tension between us…
He says, “You’re disrupting my kitchen please leave”…
“No, I will not!”…
“Leave!”…

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Facing Chapters...

Facing chapters... full frontal. Is there any other way? Sure! The back leading, but what's that really do for you? Unwilling to act only slows down your progress. Reminds me of a saying in Spanish my mother use to say, "El bago trabaja doble." Translation... the lazy person works twice as hard, doesn't sound as good in English, but so true. Turning your back, not acknowledging a situation or unwilling to act, will just make things more difficult than they need to be. Sometimes, we may feel there is not enough action to tickle our palette and paint the canvas. There is always lots of opportunity to talk about what will get done, details, the scheme of things and how they fit in your life. A whole lot of nothing actually gets done. I've always been a power house with lists, love to bang them out! Lately, I do more contemplating than needed. A result of being a writer, it can have its downside. Now at a huge crossroad... selling my house, the core of my family and, of my former marriage. It feels surreal, but its real. I have so much pain in my heart right now; a chapter I knew would close, and has to close for me. Then I can open new doors, the doors of friendship, of love, of work, and my destination. Wherever I'm headed I will always be the nucleus of my family, the roaring alpha female-ferocious in her desire to live and protect. My softer side forced me to cry it out for a week, to get it out of my system, to gather my strength, to understand the mix of emotions, and to refocus my priorities.
No blur between real and fiction...
No reading between the lines...
It's the black and white...
Read on...
Facing chapters...

-Liz