©Salacious Musings of a Mason-Dixon Belle
“There’s such a sad love 
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel 
Opened and closed within your eyes 
I’ll place the sky within your eyesThere’s such a fooled heart 
Beating so fast in search of new dreams 
A love that will last within your heart 
I’ll place the moon within your heartAs the pain sweeps through 
Makes no sense for you 
Every thrill he’s caused 
Wasn’t too much fun at all 
But I’ll be there for you 
As the world falls downFalling 
Falling down 
Falling in loveI’ll paint you mornings of gold 
I’ll spin you Valentine evenings 
Though we’re strangers till now 
We’re choosing the path between the stars 
I’ll leave my love between the starsAs the pain sweeps through 
Makes no sense for you 
Every thrill he’s caused 
Wasn’t too much fun at all 
But I’ll be there for you 
As the world falls downAs the world falls down”
~David Bowie

There’s such a sad love 

Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel 

Opened and closed within your eyes 

I’ll place the sky within your eyes

There’s such a fooled heart 

Beating so fast in search of new dreams 

A love that will last within your heart 

I’ll place the moon within your heart

As the pain sweeps through 

Makes no sense for you 

Every thrill he’s caused 

Wasn’t too much fun at all 

But I’ll be there for you 

As the world falls down

Falling 

Falling down 

Falling in love

I’ll paint you mornings of gold 

I’ll spin you Valentine evenings 

Though we’re strangers till now 

We’re choosing the path between the stars 

I’ll leave my love between the stars

As the pain sweeps through 

Makes no sense for you 

Every thrill he’s caused 

Wasn’t too much fun at all 

But I’ll be there for you 

As the world falls down

As the world falls down”

~David Bowie

"Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.”

~Tennyson

"Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;

Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;

Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:

The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,

And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,

And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves

A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,

And slips into the bosom of the lake:

So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip

Into my bosom and be lost in me.”

~Tennyson

I don’t want to feel like this right now
I am much stronger than this
The fragile me wants to be reached for and held tightly now
But the phoenix inside…
The one who rises from the ashes stronger and more powerful than the flame that dared to burn her…
She knows how strong she is and stands yet again to continue the journey.  

Why then does my fragile soul still feel so much like Icarus?

~ ©2012 Salacious Musings ~

I don’t want to feel like this right now

I am much stronger than this

The fragile me wants to be reached for and held tightly now

But the phoenix inside…

The one who rises from the ashes stronger and more powerful than the flame that dared to burn her…

She knows how strong she is and stands yet again to continue the journey.  

Why then does my fragile soul still feel so much like Icarus?

©2012 Salacious Musings ~

I have no idea what lies ahead on this track
I do know what I have experienced in the past
And I am happy to have escaped it with only these few scars
     the ones which mark my heart and soul but never shattered it
I stayed put on the track 
And even lay down for a moment or two
     feeling beaten, tied and useless
     waiting for the person in the white suit
     looking for the person in the red cape
           to come rescue me.
What I realized when I did this was that no one would rescue me
What I came to learn as my back became marked by the wooden beams
     and my hands and feet remained lashed to the tracks
My revelation was that I am my own sweet savior.  
I could remove the bounds around my wrists 
I had the ability to sit up from the painful slats digging into my back
I had the strength to stand and take another route.  
And stand and take another route is what I have done.  
I do not know what lies ahead on this track.
I do not know what I will see or what adventures I may come across
But I do know that the adventure is waiting
     And I have the strength to take any detour along the way
     And I have the courage to continue on the track or get off as I wish
     And I have the sense of self to never allow another to tie me to it again
EVER
~ ©2012 Salacious Musings ~

I have no idea what lies ahead on this track

I do know what I have experienced in the past

And I am happy to have escaped it with only these few scars

     the ones which mark my heart and soul but never shattered it

I stayed put on the track 

And even lay down for a moment or two

     feeling beaten, tied and useless

     waiting for the person in the white suit

     looking for the person in the red cape

           to come rescue me.

What I realized when I did this was that no one would rescue me

What I came to learn as my back became marked by the wooden beams

     and my hands and feet remained lashed to the tracks

My revelation was that I am my own sweet savior.  

I could remove the bounds around my wrists 

I had the ability to sit up from the painful slats digging into my back

I had the strength to stand and take another route.  

And stand and take another route is what I have done.  

I do not know what lies ahead on this track.

I do not know what I will see or what adventures I may come across

But I do know that the adventure is waiting

     And I have the strength to take any detour along the way

     And I have the courage to continue on the track or get off as I wish

     And I have the sense of self to never allow another to tie me to it again

EVER

©2012 Salacious Musings ~

Sometimes
Not often
But sometimes
Even beings as strong as the angels need help holding themselves up and reminders of their own divinity.  
With wings outstretched and heart open
Come to me
Hold me up
And remind me
Before I forget how to fly

~ ©2012 Salacious Musings ~

Sometimes

Not often

But sometimes

Even beings as strong as the angels need help holding themselves up and reminders of their own divinity.  

With wings outstretched and heart open

Come to me

Hold me up

And remind me

Before I forget how to fly

©2012 Salacious Musings ~

He likes what my tongue can do to his cock…
     make him lean back and moan
     make him reach for my curls and grip them tightly urging me on
     make him moan bite his lip in an attempt stifle the “oh god” that escapes anyway
     make him thrust against my moist lips and waiting mouth until I lean back and slow down with quick flicks along the entire shaft
     make him crave my mouth on his beautiful cock
But me…
AHhh,  I just love to play with his cock
    the way he leans back and moans as I lick up his shaft.
     the way he looks at me through lust filled half closed eyes as I make butterfly kisses down to his balls
     the feeling as he reaches for my curls to pull me into him
     the way he grips my curls when he is building but is reluctant to release them 
     the way he moans and grips whatever is around him as he moans “oh god” when he is so close
     the way he pushes against me with sudden urgency as he builds, and I encourage him to settle…even when he just wants to explode in my mouth
     the way he responds to my mouth and still wants more
This man is pure poetry to me.
~ ©2012 Salacious Musings ~

He likes what my tongue can do to his cock…

     make him lean back and moan

     make him reach for my curls and grip them tightly urging me on

     make him moan bite his lip in an attempt stifle the “oh god” that escapes anyway

     make him thrust against my moist lips and waiting mouth until I lean back and slow down with quick flicks along the entire shaft

     make him crave my mouth on his beautiful cock

But me…

AHhh,  I just love to play with his cock

    the way he leans back and moans as I lick up his shaft.

     the way he looks at me through lust filled half closed eyes as I make butterfly kisses down to his balls

     the feeling as he reaches for my curls to pull me into him

     the way he grips my curls when he is building but is reluctant to release them 

     the way he moans and grips whatever is around him as he moans “oh god” when he is so close

     the way he pushes against me with sudden urgency as he builds, and I encourage him to settle…even when he just wants to explode in my mouth

     the way he responds to my mouth and still wants more

This man is pure poetry to me.

©2012 Salacious Musings ~

She played with the cherry in her drink as they talked 
Twirling it with her fingertips and watching his eyes follow her every movement
She liked where this was going and enjoyed the building tension between them 
The sparks flew and the heat was actually palatable 
As she downed her drink she picked up the cherry and plucked the ripe fruit from the end
All the while capturing his eyes mid conversation 
Quickly and deftly she took the stem into her mouth
Produced a tightly tied knot
And placed it beside his drink
This time when the bartender asked if they needed another…
He smiled and said no. 
Her point was taken…
…and the stem, that he kept as a reminder.

~ ©2012 Salacious Musings ~

She played with the cherry in her drink as they talked 

Twirling it with her fingertips and watching his eyes follow her every movement

She liked where this was going and enjoyed the building tension between them 

The sparks flew and the heat was actually palatable 

As she downed her drink she picked up the cherry and plucked the ripe fruit from the end

All the while capturing his eyes mid conversation 

Quickly and deftly she took the stem into her mouth

Produced a tightly tied knot

And placed it beside his drink

This time when the bartender asked if they needed another…

He smiled and said no. 

Her point was taken…

…and the stem, that he kept as a reminder.

©2012 Salacious Musings ~

Your arms can heal me
Your lips soothe me
Wrap yourself around me 
Allow me to cling to you 
Forget the world around us
Pay no mind to the time
Let the cares of the world move on without us
Right now, we are feeling the beating of two hearts and two breaths as one
Right now, we should spend the time healing one another
At this moment we are tracing and smoothing scars made in our souls
Here is where forever starts anew
~ ©2012 Salacious Musings ~

Your arms can heal me

Your lips soothe me

Wrap yourself around me 

Allow me to cling to you 

Forget the world around us

Pay no mind to the time

Let the cares of the world move on without us

Right now, we are feeling the beating of two hearts and two breaths as one

Right now, we should spend the time healing one another

At this moment we are tracing and smoothing scars made in our souls

Here is where forever starts anew

©2012 Salacious Musings ~

"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"
"What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?"
"The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine."
"I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give it again.”
"Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?"
"But to be frank, and give it thee again."
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, 
My love as deep; the more I give to thee, 
The more I have, for both are infinite.”
~W. Shakespeare 

"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"

"What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?"

"The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine."

"I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:

And yet I would it were to give it again.”

"Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?"

"But to be frank, and give it thee again."

And yet I wish but for the thing I have:

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, 

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, 

The more I have, for both are infinite.”

~W. Shakespeare 

i just wanted to tell you that i think your blog is absolutely amazing, and although i can not write nearly like you, you have inspired me. i do post alot of pics n quotes, but hidden in there are some writings. i just really needed to let you know how beautiful i think your writings are and you make it very easy for anyone to connect with them in some way, so thank you!

You are much too kind.  Please do not try to write like me or anyone else.  It is our own voice and you have your own as well as your own stories to tell.  Continue to write and see where it takes you.  I have been going through your blog, you write beautifully and I look forward to seeing more.  

~S.M.