I miss lots of things…

… but most of all, I miss being able to write things I’m proud of.

write.

It’s no secret that I’m stuck with writing lately… I’ve posted about it so damn many times that I’m sure you’re sick to death of reading about it.

So…

I went looking for inspiration. And while this may sound incredibly self centered, I looked at myself. I looked at my previous work… writing I did in the past. Words that actually came out of me and made me feel something. Words I think made readers feel something, too.

And I realized something. I need sex. Lots of sex. Yes, I mean that literally. But I’m also talking about writing.

(Get ready… I hope you’re sitting down… I’m about to say something good about myself!)

I have a way with words when it comes to sex. I make it delicious… but I never lose the romance. I don’t think I can. And I love it that way. There are words that I can’t bring myself to write. (What may or may not pass through my lips behind closed doors is another story.) But what I write leaves just enough to the imagination.

Since my writing struggle presses on, I pulled something out of the blog-vault. It felt almost new to me even though I wrote it. I didn’t remember it existed until I happened across it tonight. It’s just a little poem but I thought I’d share it… again.

I’m sure some of you have read it before… I originally posted it in August 2016.

I missed you.

I missed you.

I have missed you
I fought time to find time
for you
I escaped, no, I ran away
from everything else
in my world
I locked the door
I moved slowly… quietly
oh, if discovered
that would be awkward
yet enticing
maybe I want
to be discovered…
lying back
on smooth sheets
and soft pillows
I closed my eyes
and I found you
warm fingers
glided over my skin
around curves and caves
I panted… sighed… moaned…
dirty words
and rocking hips.
I begged for you…
harder… faster… deeper…
until the waves crashed…
while the waves crashed…
one… two… three… four…
I lost count
and I lost breath
keep the door locked
oh… I missed you

heart.

©2016-2017 what sandra thinks

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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35 Responses to I miss lots of things…

  1. Miriam says:

    Amazing poem. Yes, you’re right Sandra, you do have a way of making sex sound absolutely delicious (not that it isn’t) and totally romantic at the same time. And that’s a talent. So, rock with it girl. 🙂

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  2. Simon says:

    It sounds like you have found your way out of your writing block… You better do something about it. ☺️

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  3. I think you need to open that door and let yourself out, and others in, so we can all enjoy great work such as this again. I do remember it, but loved to read it again.

    I have a file of “poems to be completed” where I write down odd lines, or a few lines, that come to me whilst doing mundane tasks. Some will be finished, the majority not, but it gives me a few ideas when I’m stuck otherwise. Just a thought that may help.

    Hugs.

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  4. magarisa says:

    I agree with Miriam!

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  5. So glad to see your finding your way back creatively, not that I think your ever lost, because personally I think any form of expression is creativity. And yes you have an amazing way of blending the romantic with the sexual. And know your not alone in these battles. This desert needs a monsoon.

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  6. Sandra, this is so beautifully written; so sensual, so romantic!
    And I’m glad you can take some pride in this, because you deserve it!

    Happy Thanksgiving to you, my math minded friend! I’m thankful we’re friends!

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  7. That was deep. Your writing block has been removed. Well done Sandra! you should feel proud

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  8. Let it all out S…..this is mysterious, sexy, taunting, and magical. We all need more sex stuff from Sandra!

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  9. This is really good. I can’t wait to read more. It seems like you have found a new light.

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  10. I hope you find it in you to start the fire burning again. I am going through the same phase as you though. I’ve written a post after over a year of not being able to and WOW is it liberating. I sincerely hope you find what it is you’re looking for to start writing tons of stuff again 🙂

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