Monday, June 30, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Sunday, June 22, 2014
It could only happen in the Big Apple
Thank you cousin
dear
Oh My God
Look at that
A hot pink limo,
Wish we were in the
back
Oh my, it just
stopped here,
The hotel doorman is
beckoning us near
The driver is in
a tux, top hat and stiletto heels
She is holding
the door for us, lover were a big deal
Our little black
dresses naturally rise high,
Making even the
limo driver let out a sigh
I am at your
disposal all weekend ladies,
Your cousin and
his wife to be send their regards.
There are
champagne cocktails in the bar for you
So sit back,
snuggle and enjoy the view
I should only be
twenty minutes to the restaurant
So feel free to
embrace for I am a lesbian too.
The driver shut
the door,
Kathy took me in
her arms
Twenty minutes is
too long
But I want to
make it with you.
As I do with you
But we must use
care
It’s a big
society party
We won’t be able
to redo our hair.
With a laugh my
love hand me
A cocktail with
champagne
And slipped her
hand under my skirt
Where there is no
hair to mess up or redo.
I sipped my champagne
And followed her
lead
And when we
entered the party
Not even the
bride’s smiles were as big.
By: D. D.
©June 22, 2014
Suzy Q. Stories
Publishing
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Reserved
Thursday, June 19, 2014
New Poem by D. D. "Telling My Secrets Too You
Telling My Secrets Too You
Alone on an old
shaky wooden dock
At the edge of the
old farm pond
Where I once was a
child until I grew
Into a young woman
that no boy knew
Though a few tried,
none got through
Well except for one,
when I was twenty two
Five years and one
daughter later,
He was gone, with
someone new
I've come back to
this old dock once again
To rethink my youth,
and talk to a friend
A big old tabby, who
I knew as a kitten
One who’s always
been there both now and then
She listens without
comment
Except for an
occasional mew
No matter if I tell
her
Something shocking
or new
Even when I tell her
of
My making love to
you
She rubs her face
against my hand
Telling me that she
understands
She does not judge
me
Because you are
another girl
She returns my love
and affection
Just as you did when
I was with you
My time has come to
leave this pond
For one last and
final time
But I won’t leave
you behind this time,
Come and live with
me old friend of mine
It’s time for you to
meet
This new friend of
mine
I know you won’t
mind
If we cuddle you all
the time
But you have to give
us our time
For our kitties like
to cuddle
And play from time
to time
Just like two
kittens with a ball of yarn
By: D. D.
©June 19, 2014
Suzy Q. Stories
Publishing
P.O. Box 143, North
Chili, NY 14514
All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Why Must Love Hurt
Why Must Love Hurt
I have hurt a friend
That I find so dear
It was no intent of
mine
It hurts me in my
mind
My own mind is in a dilemma
Brought by a call 2
weeks ago
From my companion of
old
About whom not much
have I told.
We had parted ways
Some four plus years
ago
And had talked
rarely in
Over a thousand plus
days
She invited me to
dinner
At a bistro, and not
at her home
I accepted her
invite, both because
I missed her and was
curious
I found her sitting
at a table
That we had often
shared
Two glasses and a
bottle of wine
Waiting with her for
me to share
She rose as I
approached
And kissed both of
my cheeks
I returned both
kisses
And sat at my
regular place
She filled both
glasses
And handed one
across to me
“I bet you wonder
Why I chose meet here”
I held my glass to
hers
“It had crossed my mind”
Her glass touched
mine
And a light came
into her eyes
“To apologize to a
lady I loved
And hurt so very badly
and made cry.
I miss that woman I
loved, and know
I my heart that love
for her is still here”
She caught me off
guard
Of that you can be
sure
“What of your young
friend?”
“I haven’t seen her
in three years.”
I cannot tell a lie
My heart skipped a
beat
I still missed her
and loved her
But my heart still
hurt too.
Dinner was lovely
with wine and cheer
To old friends
beginning to renew
But with caution on
both parts
Decide to date and
not immediately renew.
By: D. D.
©June 18, 2014
Suzy Q. Stories
Publishing
P.O. Box 143,
North Chili, NY 14514
All Rights
Reserved
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
New Poem - Idle Hands & Erotic Thoughts
Idle
Hands & Erotic Minds
These
hands of mine
At
this moment in time
Have
nothing to occupy
Them
except for idle time
Which
for someone
With
a mind like mine
Where
erotic thoughts
Lurk
in hidden nooks of my mind.
What
happens when you mix
Hands
with ample idle time
With
the erotic thoughts
That
keep surging in my mind
Hands
which were once idle
Become
hands with a singular mission
Their
mission, why to act out
The
erotic thoughts in my mind
One
hand slowly unbuttons my blouse
As
the other slips to my lap
Lingering
only long enough to add fuel
To
the fire started by the hand at my blouse.
While
one hand has finished the buttons
With,
practiced ease and slips under my blouse
The
other hand slides down my thigh;
To
my dresses hem, and deftly slips inside.
One
hand free to caress
My
lace and satin covered breasts
While
the other hand slowly travels
Up
my naked skin in search its satin goal.
Nipples,
taunt with erotic desire
Beg
my hand to bring them pleasure
I
feel my dampness begin to flow;
Darkening
the veil of satin; shielding the goal.
My
upper hand slips under
The
covering of satin and lace
Caressing
the sensitive nipple
Painting
a smile; on my face.
While
my lower hand has found
That
ever so sensitive G spot
At
the heart of my flowery petals
Causing
my body to emit a lovely sound
Idle
hands and idle thoughts
Now
a part of the past
Replaced
by multiple erotic thoughts
That
guides my hands and brings me pleasure.
By
D. D.
©June
10, 2014
Suzy
Q. Stories Publishing
P.O.
Box 143, North Chili, NY 14514
All
Rights Reserved
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Link to Web Page & Photo
Spent part of the afternoon updating my website for Suzy Q Stories, but I don't think that I have ever have posted the link for the web-site which makes it kind of ineffective. So here is the link http//suzy-q-stories.net/
And as a little benefit for everyone, and a nice way to end the weekend, a photo for you to enjoy.
Night All Sweet Dreams: D. D.
And as a little benefit for everyone, and a nice way to end the weekend, a photo for you to enjoy.
Night All Sweet Dreams: D. D.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Lost in a Wistful Dream
As I sit curled up
In an old wicker
chair,
Beneath an old shedding,
tree.
White eyelet and
lace,
Has replaced the all
black.
As I watch fall hued
leaves,
Drift into my
special place.
My thoughts drift
toward
You and this space
we once shared.
With you no longer
here
I feel nothing but
deep despair.
My heart is filled
with pain,
Without the touch of
your body
Tight against mine,
or simply
The feel of your
hand in mine
Time may heal this
pain that I feel,
But will it ever,
just once reveal
The reason why you
chose to end
Your life that to me
was so real.
This is for all of
us who has ever lost a friend or a friend of a friend through the taking of
their own life.
This is not where I
expected this picture to take me, as I began to write, but this is what flowed
out of my heart.
Love D. D.
©June 3, 2014
D. D.
Suzy Q. Stories Publishing
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
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