Smoken Sex

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Forgotten thoughts.

A telepathic mess.

Screenwriting you my hearts desire starting between my legs.

Fantasy currents mixing up my emotions and confusing my inner voice.

Watching love displayed as sex on the TV.

Drawing in my last puff of thoughts of you as I do.

Sensuality at it’s height of my affection my head in the direction of reaching the point of mind blowing mental tantra water flows.

Sweat soaked sheets and a window seat view of not knowing what’s next.

I rest my thoughts on the chest of where I want to be.

C L Cunningham

📷artist Kelsey Smith

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Saturday morning 

10:42 am

Woke around 6ish (on a Saturday… hell no) and took my azz back to sleep…💤

Woke up for round two.

My son knocked on the door asked a question and dipped out.

I got on Twitter to tweet some scifi writing. 

I  love the little writing challenges that many have set up. It makes me evolve in my writing. 

I did some miscellaneous trolling and a thought crossed my mind.

“Damn, I would love to watch some Sat morning cartoons.”

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I remember the carefreeness (i don’t think this is a real word,but 😜)of jumping up at 5 am just to beat my other siblings to the remote control. Calling first dibs on what we got to watch.

The feeling of being excited and happy.

 Having something to look forward to after a tough week of school.

Today I’m going to let that nostalgia be a guide to holding on to a gentle happiness. A warmth of emotions and a positive reminder to loving the simple things in life.

C.L Cunningham 

Happy Saturday y’all 🌻

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