Devil Girl Diaries – 11 (Facetime)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Standing in the Macys dressing room
I removed my slacks
My phone rang
It was Allie on facetime
We shared smiles via cell phones
I noticed she wore no blouse
I asked, are you trying something on?
Laughing she fumbled with her cell
she was naked
Allie what are you doing
She smiled and lowered the phone
We weren’t exactly facetiming anymore
Her fingers worked their magic
She groaned loudly
Everyone heard her in my dressing room
Remembering she had my cell headphones
I fumbled with the volume
Take him out she moaned
But I
I want to see him
I flashed myself
Touch him for me she requested
I hesitated then obeyed
She panned the camera along her body
Blood rushed through me
I was breathless
Watching her performance
My head leaned against the wall                                                             minutes seemed like hours
She advised me she was arriving
I was on the same train too
I trembled
I shook
I bit my lip
I saw heaven
In the dressing room of Macys
Minutes later
Everyone peaked out of their stalls
To watch me exit
handing the suit to the dressing room attendant
he asked if everything was to my liking
red face I nodded
can’t we be normal Devil Girl

Until next Saturday

Devil Girl Diaries – 10 (Hostage)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Blindfolded
Heart beat drowned out sounds
Stripped down to boxers
What the hell were they planning?
Breathing rushed
Bound to dining room chair
The quiet shut of the door
Soft hands grab my cheeks
Full lips kiss my mouth
Her sweet lips
Allie what is going on?
She ripped the blindfold off
With a control she opened the drapes
Moonlight seeped in
Her heels clicked on the floor
As she headed for the window
She wore my favorite outfit
heels and her birthday suit
Which went well with anything
A click of another remote
Set music playing
her hips swaying
She danced for me
As her fingers danced along her skin
Anger seeped out of my pores
Like sweat on a summer day
Every move, every gyration hypnotic
I should be furious
But my body betrayed me
She came to me
Sank on my hardness
I gasped
Beyond her slender shoulder
Windows were occupied
With curious observers
Sigh
Whatever happened to privacy Devil Girl?

See ya next week

After The Lovin’

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In the past, I have advised many friends the best time to show a woman how much you love her is in the moments after making love.

Ladies, if I am wrong please feel free to let me know.

This poem was inspired by one of my favorite love songs sung by English pop singer Engelbert Humperdinck; After the Lovin’.

So I sing you to sleep
After the lovin’
With a song I just wrote yesterday
And I hope you can hear
What the words and the music have to say.                                                                                                   -Engelbert Humperdink

 

After The Lovin’

Baby, please don’t close your pretty eyes
I still have so much loving to share
Too many hours to explore
for us to converse,
to kiss,
to care

Honey, let me taste your sweet pouty lips
paint your toe nails shades of pink
can’t miss a moment of you
I refuse to sleep,
to nap,
to blink

Oh Darling, let me recite this little verse
Whisper poems to tease and flirt
We still have time to adore
loving ‘til dawn,
‘til day,
’til it hurts

And I know that my song
isn’t saying anything new
Oh, but after the lovin’
I’m still in love with you

                 -Engelbert Humperdink

 

Melted

For the next six weeks (leading up to Valentine’s Day) Lonely Author will dedicate most of his posts to his favorite subject; that thing called “Love.”

Melted

We shared glances from a distance
Like beacons in a crowded room
Our bodies gravitated to the center
fingers entwined like bride and groom
dance floor darkened like the universe
yet I found myself basking in her light
cheek to cheek we swayed in unison
flames of passions dancing with delight

Intoxicated by her scent skin and touch
was she feeling the wonders that I felt
adjoining hearts performed a sweet ballet
I shrunk inside my shirt my pants my belt
suddenly she was no longer in my arms
lights go on as the music is finally done
finding our empty shoes I suddenly realize
this beauty and I slowly melted into one

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Lonely Author For President: Let’s Make America Pretty Darn Good Again

Sorry for the sloppiness in my post. There was quite a bit of static on my cell phone when my friend suggested the perfect post to start 2016 with a bang; presidential erections.

Start the Pomp and Circumstance

Yes, after much debate, Lonely Author is thinking of tossing his New York Yankees cap into the political arena.

Please don’t ask me what party I am affiliated with. Lonely Author will attend any party that serves wine and finger foods.

Forget the false campaign promises. Forget the chicken in every pot (or as they promise in Colorado some pot in every chicken).

Why make America great again; when we can make it Pretty Darn Good.

Yes, you heard me. Let’s Make America Pretty Darn Good Again.

If nominated I am considering my good friend Bun Karyudo as my Veep. Not sure if he will accept since he is currently unconsideration to be the next James Bond.  (Here is the link to his page to read the stuff that leaves Lonely Author LOLing) https://bunkaryudo.wordpress.com/

Let’s Make America Pretty Darn Good Again

  1. Why build walls, when we can make fences? Yes fences. How else are we going to stop the neighbor’s dog from pooping on our lawns? You see America. I know what you really want.
  2. Stop all false advertising. Say the truth: One size fits none! As George Carlin once said “New and Improved is impossible. If it’s new it can’t be improved. And if it’s improved; it can’t possibly be new.”
  3. A portable lie detector for every female over the age of 16. Yes, that way all the ladies can know when her friend/boyfriend/husband is a lying cheating scoundrel. (Hey, move over Hilary. I know how to pander to the female vote).

Happy 2016.

Have a great week.

Keep smiling.

Keep writing.

 

chimpPolitician

 

Devil Girl Diaries – 9 (The Attack)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Freaky Friday
That is what she called them
I called it my excursion into hell
this Friday she wanted to see porn
a tame and lame proposition
much safer than the norm
Imagining the fun we would have
Her full breasts and sweet legs in lingerie
Her mouth performing magic on my torso
unlocking the door to my apartment
I wondered if she had already arrived
Anxious for the festivities to begin
Entering the silent darkness
Don’t move a deep voice thundered
A cold metal pressed into my neck
Chills ran up my spine
I trembled like a wet dog in a storm
A gun sank into the softness of my cheek
Blood drained from my heart
One questioned frightened me more than the weapons
Did I arrive before my Devil Girl

Next week peeps

A Modern Day Response to the 12 Days of Christmas

A Modern Day Response to the 12 Days of Christmas

Day 1

Dear True Love,

Thank you for the sweet gift of a partridge in a pear tree. It was romantic and thoughtful. Can’t wait to see you again.

Signed Your Sweetheart

Day 4

Dear True Love,

I am overwhelmed by your boundless generosity. You have given me more than I deserve. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but please stop. Perhaps, you misunderstood me when you visited. Yes, I love angry birds, but this isn’t what I meant. I don’t have enough room in my humble home for all of these birds.

Signed Your Grateful Sweetheart

Day 12

Dear Moron,

ENOUGH ALREADY! Stop sending me your stupid gifts. I contacted you after the first fours days of Christmas asking you to stop. After all, what was I going to do with all the noisy birds. Then, to make amends, you were thoughtful enough to send me 5 golden rings.

However, on day 6 you started with the freaking birds again.

Now, my house is a total wreck and I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

First, I haven’t slept in days.  Then, on the 11th day of Christmas you sent me the eleven Pipers piping. Those annoying idiots haven’t stopped piping. You make things worse sending 12 Drummers drumming. How is a woman supposed to sleep with all this noise?

With all this music going on the 10 Lords a leaping are hopping all over the place crushing the 4 calling birds, 3 french hens, and 2 turle doves. There is blood, feathers, and bird dropping everywhere.

Then, the Lords a leaping got together with 9 ladies dancings and trust me, the 6 geese aren’t the only ones who are laying.

The 8 Maids a milking splattered milk everywhere. Well, the 9 Ladies dancing slipping. Two crashed into the pear tree knocking off the poor partridge.  Three others fell on the 7 Swans a swimming. And one broke her hip.

My life and house are a disaster. There are 7 law suits currently filed against me. The condo’s Homeowner Association has asked me to vacate the premises immediately.

This is the last correspondence you will be receiving from me. You will be hearing from the police since I requested an order of protection.  And the next letter you receive will be from my attorneys Noel, Noel, & Fitch.

Drop dead.

Signed One Angry Lady

 

Have a wonderful week.

Keep smiling

Keep writing.

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Devil Girl Diaries 6 – (Where Did She Go)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

the moving train rocked gently

Devil Girl moved back and forth

against the groin that pressed her bottom

causing a smile on construction workers face

I had enough of watching

muscle man and my Allie

do the subterranean lambada

the train pulled into the station

perfect time to move toward them

the doors opened

an elderly woman boarded

I slowly helped her to the nearest seat

my gaze returned to Allie

she was gone

my eyes darted from left to right

pushed through the crowded subway car

where could she be

the train door shut

my heart resembled jungle drums

I glanced out the window

there she was

talking to the construction brute

smiling at his words

nodding as he spoke

her skirt lifting in the air

the train pulled out of the station

into the dark tunnel 

You hurt me Devil Girl

You know the drill; to be continued.

 

Bridge of Broken Dreams

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This simple verse is for an unnamed blogger friend dealing with lost love.

 

Bridge of Broken Dreams

Going to the Bridge of Broken Dreams       

to dump your caresses in the river

cause it’s so painful to remember                       

how easily you forgot me                                      

On a mountain I’ll dig the deepest grave

for the crate of empty vows you made

perhaps for you they meant nothing

so buried treasures they’ll be

On the highest cliff I will be standing

When my heart and I finally agree

To toss your photos in the ocean 

’til currents drown your memory

Do you like Happy Endings?

Minds out of the gutter perverts and pervettes. I am talking about in books and movies.

Closing a book where your hero achieved his goal makes you feel good. And don’t you love leaving the movie theater with a smile on your face?

But it is the shocking ending or tragic ending that is memorable.

For Whom The Bell Tolls, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, Of Mice and Men, Romeo and Juliet, Gone With The Wind, The Boy In The Striped Pajamas, all classic examples of tragic (memorable) endings in literature.

At the theater who can forget these endings? American Beauty, Titanic, Schindler’s List, The Sixth Sense, Philadelphia, The Green Mile, and the list goes on and on.

Even science fiction has had its share of sad endings. 1984 and the original Planet of the Apes are two examples.

Want to write something unforgettable – you guessed it. Tragic ending.

So, which do you prefer?

Do you like happy endings?

 

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