#mello.thoughts

[mellohero]

Cabin in the woods with a group of consenting unhinged dykes. I’m giving a sensory massage to someone blind folded while someone’s getting ate out across the living room from me. A shy one just observing, seemingly scrolling on their phone but nervously taking photos with none of us knowing but all of us knowing

Life would be a dream

[chasingmello]

Out of my Depth

​I've met them too late, too late where I made hasty decisions and took the course that the rest of the current was flowing in. I should've known better. This course is comfortable and fine, it's tried and true, but it ends in a space that I'm not sure I want to be. A clear lake, large and vast, with tan sands and wildlife constantly coming to it, perhaps my contribution would make it back to another river and back out again, cycling constantly in and out, but there's no guarantee. But this lake, it's safe, it's clean and clear and has life inside and out; it experiences the changing seasons and the ever beautiful ebb and flow of familiarity.  If I took my own way, let the air change my course, I could end up in the ocean. Gargantuan and teeming with life and possibilities. The salt serves another purpose, nourishes another system. There's no seasons, but whole biomes that are accessible and varying. The surroundings able to be changed in a moment, adding complexities to everything I touch, rather than the being changes with a purpose. The depth, the gravity, the pressure, the change. I love change, but the decisions have been made, contrary to my certainty. 

The irony of my need for stability but lust for movement when they were placed so carefully in my path. The counter to balance me in all aspects, both weights placed during turbulent times that had taken any amount of control away from me, stunting my ability to metabolize my emotions organically, but they provided exactly what I needed, as the water bearer. The air I needed to nourish my flow, and the ground for the flow to nourish in return, and regenerate into a breath of oxygen I didn't know I needed. 

A breath of air, as I stand firmly, I didn't know I needed.

[mellohero]

A sloppy, lip biting, handsy groaping, nails against skin, knee pressing, body grinding, hand in hair with gentle tugging, tongue around tongue wrapping, moaning in eachother’s mouth make out session would fix me, me thinks.

[mellohero]

The way I want to strip her down raw…take her at the door, press her against it and lock the dead bolt loudly behind her before grabbing her face and jaw. Hike her leg up on my hip and grasp a cheek like it’s a life line, before pulling up away from the door and her wrapping the other around my torso.

The way I’d press her back against the door again, as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, moaning into my mouth, and grinding her core against my body before a firm smack to the thigh. No relief, not yet, patience is a beautiful thing that rewards greatly, and I’m going to take my time taunting your body until I’ve memorized every reaction it will surrender to me

The way I want to tell her to be vocal, but in earnest, let loose but don’t play it up. I want to copy every sigh, every catch, every word uttered to mind. I want to copy how hard the shudder, or delicious the sound of her teeth is, clacking together like she’s all but over dosing on the experience all to body. I want to copy her want, her need, the way she begs and pleads me, how my name falls off her lips like dew off leaves to soul

I want to walk around the house with music a low hum in our ears but tension an active vibration on out skin because the chemistry is palpable, you are pliable, and I am pitiful. Because while i have control of the situation, while I can use your body for how I see fit, to do what pleases me most, to bear my teeth and mark your body like the wolf I am, I’m still nothing but all women’s favorite lap dog. And if she gives me the command to fall to my knees, I’ll do it without hesitation, my tongue hanging out panting because I’m in all but in physical pain for how much I need to drink from your well, like a dog baking in the summer heat

[mellohero]

I’m enamored by the delicate way in which you yearn

The surface being soft and precious

A pillowy place to land and be

Skin that glows under the moon and shimmers in the rays of sun

A body that lilts on air, but a saunter that determines the environment

Then there’s the Truth

Under it all, the want is palpable

The need is pulsing

The mind is filled with schemes, and thoughts; dreams, and scenes

The body is a plucked string humming a discordant note that only I can hear

A note only I can tune

A sound that draws this creature in with promise of a lullaby

To be met with a different force of nature all together

The surface was delicate but this landscape is anything but

It’s robust

It’s sprawling

It’s alive

A vibrating uncharted world teetering on a razors edge

And I am nothing but a thorough adventurer

[mellohero]

I’ll gladly bleed if it means I can show you how deeply I want you

[mellohero]

I hate that the only place I get any peace and god damned quiet is in my own vehicle. I love vibing to music in my car. Whether I’m driving fast or cruising slow. Parked at a park having a car picnic. Or just kicking it in my backseat, high, cuddling and maybe making out and maybe dry humping a little bit

But, I’ll take it if it means I can be my authentic self. Either way. I love when the vibes hit just right

[mellohero]

Craving something coy and needy in my ear telling me exactly what they think of me while I dive deeper and deeper into obsessively needing to fuck them in return

Let me show you how much your thoughts matter