Saturday, March 24, 2007 this rate next week I will be mowing the grass...

yep. In 2 days my grass had greened up completely and has turned rather lush...almost like a golf course green. AND tonight I finally had to remove the boards from my AC outside and TURN IT ON. It was nice having the house open today was very warm and more humid than anything. I do not like humidity much....and it seemed to make the house feel very stuffy.

SO.....I closed everything up and the AC is running now and I am once again so reminded of how thankful I am to have it! I DO miss hearing all the birds and wildlife outside my dining room window to the backyard. BUT I can open it later if I want. nice and cool..........I love it!

I made cookies for Noah today......I got a turkey thigh and green beans. Now to put clean sheets on the beds.....I already had my shower.

Playtime with Noah too......


When I look at you
It feels as if I have one thousand butterflies
Captured inside my heart
All beating their tiny wings
Flittering and fluttering against my breasts
All trying to fly toward you
My heart races and feels so strange
It takes my breath away
Trying to recover
Deep sighs are all that escape my lips
I am left panting your name
If I can find my voice at all

Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
Image Source: Yahoo Images

Friday, March 23, 2007

the voyeur...

It is very difficult being the voyeur
Always looking in
To see what you are doing
Where you are going
Who you are loving
Who is loving you back
Instead of filling me up
Or making me excited
It just leaves me feeling
Very empty inside

I am always the one
Left on the corner
Standing and waiting
In silence
Never spoken to
I speak no words
I watch
I wait
And each time
Another piece of my soul
Solidifies into granite
Soon there will be enough
To make a tombstone for my grave

*The irony then will be
Instead of me looking at you
You will finally be looking at me

Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
Image Source: My personal collection


Maybe I seek only a dream

Wanting the heaviest gem

The one that feels like it is worth more in my hands

For without it I am always left feeling as if something is missing

Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
Image Source: Yahoo Images


so since we were having some bad electrical storms last night and I was exhausted....I decided to go to bed early. Early for me was 2:00 a.m.

I did not wake up till 9 hours later....and I woke up still feeling sleepy....barely able to even get my eyes open.

Now it is 1-1/2 hours since I awoke.....and I still can barely get my eyes open and keep them that way! I guess I needed the sleep.

now I need some coffee

Image Source: Colin Watson oil on canvas "Silent Sleep"
which is indeed what I slept last night/this morning

Thursday, March 22, 2007


You fill me with overwhelming longing and desire
I feel I have known you a thousand lifetimes
I am so comfortable with you
I feel so protected by you
My soul will not rest till it touches yours
It doesn't want to wait!
WHY does it have to wait?
WHO says it has to wait?
It knows what it wants!
It wants you! It wants you now!
It wants to behave like a spoiled brat!
And kick and scream till it gets what it wants!

My eyes can look toward him
But he is not you
At the end of the day it is still you my heart cries for
I can listen to his voice, but it is not yours
I can search his face for signs of yours
But it will not be there

I can feel it
Can't you feel it?
When I search your eyes I feel it
When I listen to your voice I feel it
My body and mind are equally stimulated
They are screaming for your touch
They long for your kisses
They ache for your embrace

Do I long for something I cannot have?
Is this ache something I can replace with just anyone?
Are we not wasting even more time as each day passes
Into yet another day, another month, another year?

Will destiny finally arrive at my door
Only to find a heap of decrepit bones
So brittle they will snap like twigs under its feet
Will the opening of that door
Allow the winds of wasted time to enter with such force
They will turn these brittle bones into ash
The final remaining remnant of what I once was
Left as a gift for you, ironically alone, to one day set free yet again?

Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
Image Source: Yahoo Images

Wednesday, March 21, 2007


It sometimes seems to come in cycles
But then I realize it is always present
I am the one that handles it in cycles
Sometimes choosing to address it head on
Other times trying to ignore it, hoping it goes away

But it is ever present
The dreariness
The deprivation of companionship
The barrenness
The sorrow

It remains
It continues
It covers
It consumes

I emerge long enough to take a breath
Before the wave hits me yet again
Driving me under
Each time
Having to hold my breath
A little longer
I will likely pass out

Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
Image Source: Yahoo Images

squirrely on the first day of spring...

This one reminded me of a prairie dog!

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Here I think he hit his head on the clothesline pole:

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And here he hung upside down like a bat to eat from the feeder!

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Some say "it is just water under the bridge"
I say it is shit
Some say "you have the most passionate eyes"
"the most sensual eyes"
"the most sexy eyes"
"the most longing eyes"
"the most DOM eyes?"
"the most needy eyes"
"The most COME FUCK ME eyes!"
Eyes, looking
Always looking
But never seeing
All around me
Little cock head eyes
Winking at me
Standing up
Trying to get my attention
All wanting a piece of me
All wanting
Of me
Just a piece

Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
Image Source: Yahoo Images as noted on photo

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

this may be fake but something about it really bothered me to watch...

brushing my hair...

I love it when you brush my hair
Just tossing my head back willingly into your hands
As I sit between your legs
My hair cascading down my bare skin
Makes my breasts swell

Taking my brush to begin your strokes
I feel my flesh tingle at the nap of my neck
And my nipples become aroused
As the brush follows my hair down my back
All the way to my hips

Your fingers brush against my skin
As they move through my hair
Reaching up for another handful
Pausing only to pull apart tangles
And kissing my tears when you don't

I could sit for hours
By every stroke of the brush in your hands
so sensual
sometimes painful
yet so pleasing
so rhythmic
so wanted
so needed

Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
Image Source: Slewinski Czeszaca

Monday, March 19, 2007


Each new day begins and each night comes
And I somehow think it will end differently
Or I just put it from my mind till it is finally upon me
Then it is once again so obvious
The broken record story begins to play out again
Even I get tired of hearing it now
I try to tune it out
To bump the needle with my hip just a bit
To make it skip to the end
Scratching in resistance the entire way
To where the light of day peeks at me
My eyes open
Fresh, seeking, hopeful.

I go through the motions of yet another day
Another month, another year
Twilight always returning without much warning
Hovering around me to soon fall over me
Once again wanting to consume me in its darkness
In its its emptiness
Where my heart almost stops beating
As if pausing to listen
For a sign...some symbol...some sound
That dawn has come early this day

Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
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bong hits 4 jesus.......has anyone else read this?

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I am just stunned.

and check out this video here:
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and phil spector:

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what the hell happened here? DAD....check out the blog name....they took your old business name!

just things I glossed over in the news this morning that really had me either stunned, intrigued or laughing my ass off!

Sunday, March 18, 2007

almost like...

I slept on the sofa last night
So it would feel more like I was sleeping beside you
My backside pressed up tightly against the cushions
With no where else to go, they pushed back tightly against me
It felt almost like a body there
Behind me
Beside me
A cushion arm underneath my head
Cradling me
The fabric, a synthetic suede, retained some warmth
I lay my head down on your arm
And snuggled back into you
But I did not hear your breathing
I did not feel your breath upon my neck
I missed your hands caressing my hips and breasts
I could not feel your desire rising between my thighs
Nights like these are the most difficult for me
My utter aloneness and self-manufactured company
Become so obviously apparent
And I am filled with futility
And my heart is flooded with woefulness

Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
Image Source: Yahoo Images

one day...

One day I will have a man lying beside me in bed at night
Whom I will confide my deepest secrets to
One I will trust implicitly, with my entire being, my life
To guard the treasures of my heart and soul
My most precious jewels left lingering in my Pandora's box
To keep them sight unseen, words unspoken
Except from his view and his ears
His lips will remain silent, unless they touch mine
His mark of protection will guard my footsteps
He alone will carry the invisible key
The one he made, when he claimed me as his
When I discovered, he already knew all my secrets

Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
Image Source: Luis Royo "Flights Prelude"

unspoken words...

Such sweet words you speak to me
Though I've never actually heard them
They are like the tiniest drop of dew
That appears as a mighty oasis in the desert
Like a child's small hand, grasping my fingertips
They cling to me so tightly, yet so softly
The edges flowing like water colors
Blending into each other
Overlapping into each protected corner of my heart
Flooding the gates
Causing the dams to burst
So my heart overflows with joy yet again.

Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
Image Source: Yahoo Images