Box of Rain

Made a little picture for you. I've got the blue of your eyes on my mind a lot I guess as you can see by the photo and the longing of the woman in that photo ~

This song from 1970 also came to me. Something my Uncle Blue gifted me. But now it's for you Nicimos ~

Look out of any window, any morning, any evening, any day
Maybe the sun is shining, birds are winging
No rain is falling from a heavy sky

What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago

Walk out of any doorway, feel your way, feel your way
Like the day before, maybe you'll find direction
Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you

What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you are sleeping?
Then please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too

Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear
To another day, maybe been seen before
Through other eyes on other days while going home

What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago

Walk into splintered sunlight, inch your way
Through dead dreams to another land, maybe you're tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear

What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through

Just a box of rain, wind and water
Believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on
Sun and shower, wind and rain
In and out the window like a moth before a flame

And it's just a box of rain, I don't know who put it there
Believe it if you need it, or leave it if you dare

And it's just a box of rain or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long, long time to be gone and a short time to be there

~ The Greatful Dead 1970 ~ American Beauty

D N A

One of us is 'D'

One of us is 'A'

.....

Together, we are Nicimos. 

Maybe we are part of each other’s make up.  

Maybe we are part of each other’s DNA. 

Whatever it is, it’s pretty mole-cool xxx

Coffee Connections

Most mornings I go to a particular coffee shop before I skip into work. I always chat to the ladies in there (you know me). They are just so friendly and happy and always pass the time of day. They even give me free coffee sometimes! One particular lady has been away for a while and today she was back. She looked happier than usual. I asked her where she had been. 'Canada' 'Oh, really', says I. 'Which bit?' 'Alberta'.

My eyes widened. 'Calgary?’ I enquired, my face flushing.' 'Yeah we flew into there and stayed a couple of days. Then we visited Lake Louise.' 'Most beautiful thing I have ever seen.'

I jotted it down on my phone just in case I forgot. 

I realise that asking if you know this place is like me saying, ‘Have you ever seen Tower Bridge?’ – but I’m sure you know it and I’m sure the place means something to you. 

She was absolutely beaming. 'Have you ever been to Canada?' 

'Haha many times' I thought. She was telling me about Banff too. I shook my head and let her continue; shouting over her shoulder as she made my coffee. ‘Best holiday I’ve ever had!’ she hollered. Maybe because she left her kids at home and went with her hubby : ) She told me how cold it was and how much snow there was lying about. Forgetting myself for one moment, I said 'Yes, I know'. 

 It made me think. She'd been inside your city; you probably saw her on your train and you handed her your copy of Metro. You probably sat in the same coffee shop. Your eyes probably accidentally met crossing the street. Sounds implausible, but the way things are going it's probably not.

There are so many interwoven moments between us at the moment my darling. Moments which accidentally connect. It wouldn’t surprise me for one second that any of the above things happened.

‘You’re still making lousy coffee though,’ I said as I left. ‘Didn’t you come back with any Tim’s?’

xxx

The Aberdeen Sessions ~ Continue

Darling,
I'm still humming from the Aberdeen sessions too.  
Cumming with you was just the best.  Face to face and spirit body to body.  

I could feel your body from stem to stern.  The entirety of you.  I could feel your skin.  
Everything from your face down to your curling toes.   
As if I was pressed flesh to flesh digit to digit against yours.   

Measure for measure.   

Mouth matched to mouth, arm to arm, ribcage to ribcage.

Middle to middle.

Thigh to thigh.   Shin to shin.  Sigh to sigh.

 I wasn't being poetic, but factual.  

I have thought of your member often.  

Different times a day but most luxuriously at night in the still of my bed. 

It's there I've concentrated on the images of your cock indelibly printed inside me.  
I have done it until I have felt the very weight of it in my hand.  

So hard to describe this but I feel the texture of your skin, feel its heat.   

About you I find an aromatic scent. 

It is the spirit of you.   
It is the very fleshly body of you in spirit 
~ it’s counterpart to the bones you carry from here to there in your every day.   

This is the you I am consuming.

Your body is my favourite record playing on my turntable.  

~ There are no others ~ 

~ Then, once I've captured these things of You, then I lay you above me, 
as crouched above me, 
on your hands there, 
and your knees just so between my legs. 

Crouching over to taunt me, not to plunge in just yet. 

There is a pleasure that can be felt only by woman.  

And in my life, that pleasure giver?  That's you, for ~ 

I have the weight of your cock as it rests, full, against my Mount of Venus.   

Aiming to lay siege to her doors – but

Not

Just

Yet

And here again I reach out in spirit

~ feel you in all your glory  ~  

the weight of your cock as it falls on me and

I am become a little giddy with it’s 

Hot 

Sticky

Calling card

Only a woman could know what this feels like.

Only this lucky woman watches your eyes as you come calling me.

The ever deepening blue of your eyes caught in this moment stills time.

The luxuriant blue signalling soft sweet ecstasies as promises framed by your lashes.

How lucky I am to be the one who holds your face in her heart.

And how lucky am I to feel the sure heft of your swelling cock.   

Again and again I conjure You up.

Again and again I want to know the certainty of your beautiful flesh told as words, 

a story over me.

I set you a cathedral, arching over me.  

 I feel you, hear you,

high and ringing in secret forests.    In Your secret forest I have answered.

Answered your daylight thoughts in the context of my dreaming self, leaving the footholds of earth to travel faster than desire to your door, to wherever you are.  

This time it was the forest.   

The one I would see through your eyes days after I being there, with you, in dreams, 

My dream / Your waking moments

I’ve heard you talking to me there.   You’re so far away by scientific standards - but

Somewhere, some days, some times,  I am swimming, 

hovering in the air about your shoulders.   

I am free-form and answering you,  in love. 

I am a cathedral arching over you.  Feel me.  Hear me.

Concentrate now.

Feel the sure swell of my cunny.   Again and again conjure her up.

Again and again, know the certainty of my beautiful flesh told as words, 

a story under you.

Set me a labyrinth, under you.   Feel me.  Hear me.

Low and ringing in secret forests.    In Your secret forest I have answered.

I am the earth under your feet and the grass between your toes.

Come lay down upon me, again and again in your spirit eye, till

Your spirit body should know what I know ~

Feel the images of my cunny, 

those indelibly printed inside your mind.

Feel the tender swell of it in your hand.  

Touch the texture of my secret skin, feel its heat, its wetness. 

Find about you an aromatic scent. 

Press your fingers into my labyrinth.   Waiting stilled and warm for You.

Waiting wet, in anticipation as a walker of your woods.

The Aberdeen Sessions ~ The Next Day

          Thank you Mr Nicimos for the picture of your morning cock in its yard. 

          Holy Boner Sir!

          You in tartan with that raging stiffy??

                              Fuck me.  I've never seen anything so glorious!

                              I can smell you and I can feel the warmth of this close vignette.  
          
                                    It smacks of your warm love and your incendiary lust.

                                      Beautiful 

                                            Incendiary

      

(The Scottish Sessions)

The Aberdeen Sessions ~ Begin

~ Thank you baby for a wonderful evening.  

There's nothing I like more than lying in bed talking with you.

        I always know you'll put out ( ! )

Well it's true.  The talk is but a delicious kind of foreplay.   I got a little distracted taking photos of you though.   I turned around and you were standing there in your undies.  Leaving me to drool over your incredible thighs. 

Breathe girl.  Breathe!

~ Isn't it weird how comfortable we are with each other? 

I could eat your face off and I doubt you'd complain (much).

~ I Love your easygoing ways.

One of the best parts is the bouncing up and down on your bed. 

Damn that's fun.  And a little naughty!

We're more like conspiratorial twelve year olds on a lark, 

than most conspiratorial twelve year olds on a lark.

~ I love how you're game for anything.

I love love love talking with you of just about every and anything.  

You are an excellent conversationalist.

But I confess it's extra special when the roaring you do in my ears are your war cries when waging war on my

       X, Y and Z

  

~ You leave no stone unturned in your efforts to please me,

        yet ~ within seconds of cumming

 I want ever more!  

Tonight was no exception.

I was delighted you came twice.  

I can still hear your panting in my ears, and my cunny thrills in recollection!

  

~ I am such a lucky woman.  

God gave me some shitty shitty challenges in my life, but said, hell, let's make her preternaturally erotic!

Let's make her so sensitive that she'll feel her lover's orgasms in her body, 

as if they were her own.

And OH how I DO!!

~ I love to ride your waves. And better yet, 

I can see every erotic thing in your mind as I do.

Hey You out there, 

for the best sex of your life, 

get thee out there and find thee a psychically sensitive lover.

A psychic lover not only 'sees'/'knows' what you're thinking, 

they FEEL what they're doing to you as they do it.

And they love what they do

~ Tonight as my baby came, the second time was even better than the first.

As he came, 

I felt golden warm waves of pleasure that lapped over my body,

~ like a thousand tongues of the devil.

As they washed up my body in wave after wave, when they reached my breasts... my nipples would harden in His delight.

  How strange to say it, but, the body sensations of your orgasm, Mr Nicimos,

had power to trigger such exquisite pleasure inside of me.

~ There is indeed something different about you, my love. 

                 You're the first man I've known who could give what you get.

I should have realised this back when the only energy work we were doing was on you when you were ill.                

You became so very receptive.

I'd say it shocked us both to find you so sensitive, even at a distance.

Ahh how fun it was tonight to look you deep in the eyes and run my hands over and through your body.

It's that little something extra!

I love watching your face as I touch you.

Every nuance is set in stone in my mind.  Your mouth your eyes. 

The way they changed colour.

I am going to bed now, 

holding that bitten shade of red of your mouth, 

exactly where I want it on me.

See you soon in the rooms without walls 

... As you requested of me. I will look for you

                “It is manifestly clear that when the Consciousness awakens, voluntary astral projection is no longer a problem.”  

                            ~ The Mystery of the Golden Blossom

                “It is unquestionable that during the hours of sleep the human soul travels outside the physical body; 

                  it is important not to forget our intimate experiences when returning to the body.”

                            ~ The Three Mountains

Face of The Man I Love

Ah my beautiful lover. 

Downloading more pics,           

~ two pics of you kept popping up, again and again.           

Your gorgeous face & your scintillating member!  

Yum.              

Grinned like an idiot each time these pics appeared.  

The face one is the first one you gave me of you

 in your living room looking delicious.

I was thinking, there's the face of the man I grew to love.         

When you first sent it I was not yet your lover. 

Not yet Mistress.  

I am now   

As we've said before, 

neither of us are the others type, 

physically speaking.

If shown that snap of you before we communicated, 

I'd never have believed that I would 

learn to love every single curve of your visage.

Then later I'd stealthily found pics of you online you didn't know I'd seen. 

You, then, not staring into a camera self consciously, 

for me       

The living room pics of you in your Sunday best 

are some of the most charming I own. 

Bemused, yet clearly wondering what I'll make of them!

The pics I received after that vision of July 6th made me look at all pics of you, differently.            

But by then I was bitten with lust.       

              Love came later.       

I understood full well what the vision portended, 

what would come if I didn't run.             

Glad I found my fucking spine. 

You're worth it.

I wanted so to take that living room pic 

and carve into it the colours I see in you, then post it. 

              But I will not.

If I do anything with my photos of your full, unguarded face, 

I will send them to you alone.         

You're my secret pleasure.

I have no reason to hide you but you meet my Mata Hari side so well.  

You please her privately so no one knows.            

I always dreamed of having a secret lover.  

Now I dream of my secret lover, 

and find his face in the hidden palms of my hands.

(Photo credit: Comprised of a still from Andy Warhol's "Belgian Swod ~ the Kiss")

She's a Sentient Beast

After all this time I'm still ravenous for you my Nicimos.  

You'd sent me a photo yesterday of your glorious cock.   Even now in memory of it my body answers your without prodding!

I swear I can feel you in my hands from afar

I know your subtle skin like I know my own    

Your tenderest flesh is in my ken

         in my dreams

         in my waking mind

         and in my ever present spirit body ~

I love your form and all its quiet corners

Its nooks and crannies are the secret rooms in your heart 

                                          ~  and the house of your libido

I trace your photo with my eyes.   Memorise it.   

Your face your body, I 

         tattoo it overlaid against mine

And though you're so much taller than I am

         still

                     it

                              fits

The Look of Lovst

For my darling nicimos:



The look of lovst
Is in your eyes
a look your smile can't disguise
The look of lovst
Is saying so much more
Than just words could ever say
And what my heart has heard
Well it takes my breath away

I can hardly wait to hold you
Feel my arms around you
How long I have waited
Waited just to lovst you
Now that I have found you

You've got the look of lovst
It's on your face
A look that time can't erase
Be mine tonight
Let this be just the start
Of so many nights like this
Let's take a lovster's vow
And then seal it with a kiss xxx