Daddy's Girl...

He didn't tell me how to love
he created the gleam in my eyes
   that forever shines bright in the dark,
discovering a distinctive love in the arms of a man,
cherishing me as the precious jewel
   I am,
radiating his love through imperfect facets,
blazing rays
heating my core as a fiery goddess,
   he,
the oracle of my alpha soul,
comprehending
worth of an authentic male,
being the source
genuine power of my essence.

Dedicated to my father,
my first love and a true example of an authentic male.
Happy Father's Day to all!
Know you forever impact the hearts of your daughters!

Peace and Love.

All My Flavor,
Liz

Unleash the Passion...

Unleash the passion.... you know it's in there. Unleash the passion is the motto for my company called Blazon Brikhaus, Inc. Still a WIP. Passion is not sex. You see... Passion is a mindset. Passion is a lifestyle. Passion is personality. Passion is character. Passion is color. Passion is life. Passion lives within each of us, and to deny that is to deny living.

The key is finding what your passion is and than having the courage to follow it. A lot of us have worked jobs or careers which were more financially sound than maybe where our talents lie. Usually the sacrifices are worth while for stability. But not more worthwhile than losing your identity, and, or throwing away special talents. Well we know Brikhaus is my nickname. This divorce has literally blazed this passion in me to find my purpose, to nurture my talents, to grab this second lease on my life by the reigns. I'm feisty! I'm fiery! People may interpret it as anger but it's the opposite. It has frustrated me that I lost so much time in other things. My lesson learned though was that it in fact was not wasted time.

It was a journey that nurtured me in many other ways. Better prepared me for the next chapter of ME. Evolved me into the Bad Ass I intend to be. I know it's cliche to say things happen for a reason, but they do. I lost my husband, my best friend, my lover, and part of me. I gained something better. I gained the best part of me. The artist. Best for last... damn straight! Who says the second part of my life won't be better? What you see, and hear, and read is me- Me opening my book for you to read as I write my story. So you see, I don't look for approval. I look for responses, interactions, connections, and influences. I seek like minded people who lust passion like today is their last breath.  For what makes them tick. For what makes them successful. I look to inspire and be inspired. Nothing more, nothing less.

...If passion were a lifestyle, what would that be? ...If passion was a mindset, what would that mean? ...If passion was a color, what would it be? ...If passion was you, would you be you? ...Unleash the passion ...One Life, One You, One Chance 

All My Flavor,
Liz

On the Edge...

Life has me, misplaced
teetering on… the edge.

Never understood the drastic measures of others, their glass half empty
souls trapped in shot glasses, consuming ounces of courage
greeting their friends, sun and moon.

Life has me, confused
feeling, and…the point?

Never understood the desperate steps of others, their unlocked incarceration
bodies seduced by euphoric gases, pumping extinguishing fuel
reaching their end destination, direction unknown.

Life has me, enraged
fighting any…that oppose.

Never understood the cowardly behaviors of others, their weak excuses
minds lost in fantasy worlds, encouraging greed and hate
blinding honor in truth, real meaning.

Life has me, warped fleeing
from…the future.

Never understood the misleading words of others, their aversion of adoration, hearts convinced of greener grasses
blasting bodacious curves, filling ravenous appetites seeking obscure lust.
 
Life has me, present
teetering on… the edge, but
life has me, more alive
in…the moment.

Now understanding the true measures of myself to others
their connection to me, souls impacted by actions
affecting relationships, understanding our adulating dynamics.

Dragon Heart

           Dragon heart... We all have one hidden deep within us. My perception of them is not drawn in evil.  Unless you are consumed by the nemesis of yours. The myth of dragons is considered magical, supernatural, wise, and a primal force of nature-religion-universe. They are either feared or revered across the world, on every continent, and ancient to all cultures. I've always had a fascination with them. Wicked in appearance, they are deeper than the surface; as I always say that I am.
          "Hic sunt dracones" - here be dragons. Well here be one fierce dragon, that is my heart. Blazing dangerous fires over unexplored territories, uncharted areas in the map of my life. I care not what repercussions may come from the heat of my own desires. Willing to burn in my path remnants of a past and of persons I no longer look to recall, except as an ashy dark cloud trapped in the concave of my chest. The suffocating smoke diverging my attempts to find all those pieces to my puzzle that will complete my happiness.
           My vulnerable underbelly of logic fighting the forces of my crimson livelihood, sometimes to a point where I think madness will be my true treasure. Fermented by primal fears and nightmares that only feed the beast to fight harder. Meaning... we are our worst enemy. Logic fighting heart. Critical, debilitating and depleting the very passion that drives us to thrive, survive, and elevate ourselves.
           So for all my imagination, which is much and worthy of much. I can accept my dragon heart for all I am and all I have to offer. For I still realize the worth of the fearsome creature that I am and can be. knowingly and willingly choosing to leave a legacy behind me. For sure and with no doubt I will be appreciated far more in my death than I am in my hot breath.

A hybrid...
Daughter, mother, sister...
Lover, friend, enemy...
Writer, sculptor, poet...
Above all else, a delicate, strong woman...
With a dragon heart...

-Liz
         
        

Hot Rod P. 7 Ending

I found the strength to keep myself elevated, enough to swirl around on his cock…

He was in another dimension …

Almost freaking me out how he was so focused on his own pleasure…

I guess I should have been flattered…

I continued to just ravage him …

I then refocused on myself…

The minute I started to do that, I felt myself getting to that point…

I started making noises from the pleasure…

He awakened from his zone and grabbed my breasts…

Squeezed my nipples, nuzzled his face in my cleavage…

I wrapped my legs behind him, I was sitting Indian style…

He took control and rocked me back and forth…

I saw he wanted to furiously cum…

I said to him, “Big daddy, you feel so good. Cum for Mamasita”…

He got rough fast…

I let him ravage me as well…

“That’s it, cum for mama!”…

He kept going and going…

I could feel the strong sensation start…

It was going to be intense, he continued at his pace…

I was amazed at his stamina…

“I feel it coming, Baby. Caramel’s going to climax”…

“Yeah, just like that!”…

I thought to myself, who is this person being so vocal? …

He kept going and going…

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, ohhh yeah. She’s cuming, Baby”…

“Fuck me,  damn it!!!”...

I was panting and sweating, I didn’t stop moving…

He wasn’t there yet, but any minute…

I grabbed his ass and squeezed it…

“C’mon, you can do it!”…

I gyrated quickly and tightened my muscles…

His eyes grew wide and he quickened the pace, too…

He moaned loudly and deeply from his gut…

I thought, “He’s strong”…

He was going to blow big…

He squinted his eyes and pressed his lips together…

He shouted, “Shit, here it comes!”…

Leaned back on the bike and let it take its course…

Funny how something that feels so good can look so painful…

I leaned forward too and just kissed his cheeks…

His forehead…

His lips…

I whispered to him, “That was a great ride. Your hot rod was amazing”…

Hot Rod P. 6

He reached for me and grabbed my waist…

Hurled me inward…

I was leaning on the bike and it hurt but I didn’t stop…

I started grabbing his neck…

My kisses got harder and faster…

I was impatient …

I pulled away…

Looked at him with seduction in my eyes…

I pulled off my capris and panties, and went to him…

I could see his bulge…

He wanted to come out…

I helped him…

Kissed his neck, while I unzipped his pants…

He lifted his butt up and I pulled his pants down just enough to have access…

He leaned back a little on the seat…

I climbed onto the bike…

He grabbed my ass and fondled it…

I yanked his shirt off and rubbed his chest…

He fondled me upward on my back…

It felt like a massage and I relaxed…

I  quickly became wet…

I asked him to turn on the bike…

He did…

The vibrations were strong…

I squirmed around to feel it more…

He paused to observe…

He saw me orgasm…

I never took my eyes off him…

I said, “Fuck me, please?”…

“I want to feel you inside me”…

He lifted me toward him…

I slid on him…

Ohhh…

Amazing….

Put my arms on the handles for support…

I rode him joyously…

Unconditionally…

He leaned back some more to adjust himself and dove deeper…

I moaned and moaned, and moaned some more…

Breeze flowing…

One with nature…

I finally leaned forward and grabbed him around his body…

Every inch of us was touching…

He got wild and crazy…

I reciprocated…

I felt like a wild animal…

The urges were so strong, I was going to explode…