my queen

My Dearest Queen,

I haven’t written to you here in a while.  It seems fitting to break that silence today, though. 

I won’t keep you for long, I know how busy you are.  You have a kingdom to run.  And what a fine kingdom it is.  I help in my way, of course, but I’m just a jester.  There’s only so much I can do.  We both know the amazingness of the kingdom comes down to your own amazingness.  You are devoted and selfless, creative and driven, and you work, work, work to constantly improve us, both the kingdom and its inhabitants.  You care in a way I can only strive for.  Your passion is unparalleled.

Your passion is one of the things that drew me to you all other years ago.  Your passion for all things, for living this life to its fullest, for adventures.  That passion has transferred to your family now.  We aren’t the same kids we were when we met but the passion remains.

I’m not entirely sure where I was headed with this letter, except to say that you are seen.  Your tireless work is seen.  Your love is seen.  You are seen.

I hope we do enough to show you how wonderful you are. 

Love you.

Love,

Matticus

I wanted to write…

I opened a blank page today, determined to write
But the words in my head were at odds with those in my heart
And all my attempts to avoid the brewing fight
Were sabotaged by one or the other before I could even start

On one side: common ground, peace, respect
On the other: anger, blame, selfishness
Without the former our world will be wrecked
But we are too proud to be selfless

I have no magic wand to wave and chant at will
And it isn’t my job to force this world to be better anyway
I have no solution to that which holds us still
But we owe more to each other than the promises we say

My heart sings of optimism, hope, beauty
My head bemoans their absence
Sadly, I know I can trust neither completely
They both are fueled by passion

I opened a blank page today, I just wanted to write
However, I felt no spark to hide truths behind fiction or vice versa
So often turmoil can galvanize thoughts to fight
But all I feel is its grasp, its drain, and its grindingly heavy inertia

belief

Bloodied, bruised, broken and strung out after three grueling battles, you emerged from the fray when all but a few had written you off.  The odds were against you.  The world was against you.  But, your fans believed.  And you believed.

As the sweat of the jungle poured from your aching limbs, you advanced across the pitch towards a fourth foe.  You would not advance further.

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Casualties took their toll and the probing speedy attacks finally found the chinks in your impressive armor, those weak spots where wars are truly fought and won, or lost.  Even then you battled on, refusing to accept that all hope was lost.  The odds were against you.  The whole world was against you.  Your fans believed.  And you believed.

If there hadn’t been a time limit on this particular battle on this particular day you would have found a way to regain the ground you had lost.

So hold your heads high, be proud of what you accomplished.  Enjoy the triumphs of your first battles.  Revel in the glory of having succeeded where so many others would have and did fall.  Care to your wounds.  Spend time with your families.  But, keep your swords sharp and your wits about you, because you will be called upon again.

And next time, though the odds will be against you, and the world will be against you.  Your fans will believe.  And you will believe.  That love of the game, that passion, that never-say-die attitude matters more than the rest.

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she trembled

She peeled back the layers, letting them fall carelessly around her feet.

He watched from the doorway, casually leaning against the frame, feigning calm.  It was, of course, a facade as his anticipation and excitement grew with each new item that settled to the floor.  Patience, he urged his pounding heart and aching flesh.

With a wink and a coy smile, she finished her preparation and slipped from his view.  The cool wrappings soothed her burning skin as she nestled beneath them.  Her own heart drowned out the sound of his soft steps across the room.  Her eyes were wide open.

He joined her under the sheets, wrapped up together away from everything else.

They shared a sweet, passionate, kiss as their legs wound together, and then he dipped his head to the side to press his lips to her temple.  She trembled, as she always had since he’d first discovered that spot.  He moved on, finding the other places that made her shiver and gasp and then their bodies became one.

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Word Count: 171

Definitely something different for me, and perhaps that’s going to be true for a lot of this week’s responses to the Triextra:

“As you may or may not know, November 15 is National Erotica Day.  Trifecta is not an erotica-specific type of place, but we never shy away from a chance to stretch our creative limbs, and we hope you’ll join us as we dive in to celebrate this quirky day.

 

We are asking for an open write this week–33 to 333 words of erotic writing.  No specific words need to be used, and we aren’t necessarily banning any either.  If you want to see what our writers came up with last year, click on over and check them out.  This year we are imposing one additional limitation: we are not accepting any entries that deal with sexual violence.  We want this to be a celebration of sensuality.  Posts that contain graphic violence will be immediately deleted from our collection.”

So, how did I do?  I was trying to set the mood without really being to explicit.  As this is a family friendly blog, didn’t want to change my rating by being overly graphic.  I’m not sure I could write like that anyway.