Created from a steamy set of magnet poetry on my fridge:
(so yes, I guess I have written before!)
Naughty boy,
come have me.
Your naked touch kissing my inside,
caresses all over in sweet orgasm.
I want us.
Quiver as you explore,
hard tongue and a slow spank.
She moaned.
The suck grind of a body with want.
Give, or be wet, girl.
I like to stroke, rub, make it hot.
We are on.
(SF, 2011)
Welcome
Hi! I'm Missy Wilreker, and welcome to this new place for me to write and express. Thank you so much for reading and for your interest in what I write. This is a new endeavor for me, so let's see how it goes!
I was at Women Drummer's International - Born To Drum Camp 2011 and wandered into the "Writing as Ritual" class led by Odilia in the Spirit Lodge. Little did I know that the quick poems I wrote that afternoon, I would end up reading on stage at the open mic to such an ENTHUSIASTIC reception!
So many people encouraged me to continue writing and it FELT SO DARNED GOOD I am inspired to continue this adventure.
Feel free to comment on the poems, or give "prompt" suggestions to write upon as I am always awake and listening for what might inspire a flow of words and feelings.
I was at Women Drummer's International - Born To Drum Camp 2011 and wandered into the "Writing as Ritual" class led by Odilia in the Spirit Lodge. Little did I know that the quick poems I wrote that afternoon, I would end up reading on stage at the open mic to such an ENTHUSIASTIC reception!
So many people encouraged me to continue writing and it FELT SO DARNED GOOD I am inspired to continue this adventure.
Feel free to comment on the poems, or give "prompt" suggestions to write upon as I am always awake and listening for what might inspire a flow of words and feelings.
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