Reticent Mental Property

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There It is, There She is…

RMP sculpture

She believes herself to be the rule maker.  She takes the routine and shakes it, makes it what it needs to be to sustain the learning. She practices the yoga of lovers, sculpts her calves and thighs by arching to meet his hand. So her coming of age waited a few decades, she’s still a little girl at the heart of her love-making. She doesn’t know she needs the tender, the exquisite pace of anticipation brushing softly against impatient thrusts.

Cheers to the man who lets her seize her grace,  who feeds her mind. Cheers to the honey of a lover who kisses character into a lifetime of scars.  He’s surprised at her capability to feel, to meet him where the sky meets the earth.  Three days of lovemaking translate into  mere hours. Vacations on islands? They melt into minutes.

She finds she needs the taming and timing, her urgency nurtured by a lover with practiced patience and equal intensity. The fit of their bodies is the critical mix; the pleasure of frenzied exploration nothing compared to the slow, sunlit moments where he finds her rhythms, studies her lines, traces his intentions on the inside of her thighs, and relentlessly asks for her words.

And for him, all for him, she speaks up, spills over, expounds in awe of the intensity. He’s the only witness who matters when the pitch of her voice climbs as he brings forth the woman, breathes in and gives way as her shuddering, panting, begging voice is born.  He gives her no mercy, won’t take her defenses as truths; maybe before that’s how she was- but now- she’s with him and he pushes her to whisper, then say it- Say It- then Goddamn it – Scream It- if that’s what it takes.

There she is. That’s it. Yes, there it is… she…gives.


If she cannot ask for what she thinks she deserves, she becomes even smaller than she thought she was.


# for Reticent Mental Property. Image courtesy of the web.

15 comments on “There It is, There She is…

  1. Lawrence Grodecki
    August 24, 2015

    Exquisite words for the exquisite…thank you.

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  2. dievca
    August 24, 2015

    “If she cannot ask for what she thinks she deserves, she becomes even smaller than she thought she was.”
    Ah, Ret — I have learned to ask, to expect, to demand. Because I am deserving and in return…I will serve.
    Ah, so lovely.

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    • Reticent Mental Property
      August 24, 2015

      d., I am no sub. am a complete failure in my past efforts- it isn’t my song…and i’m okay with this truth. however: i do give. i give- fully. and I’ll have it no other way, now. A beautiful fit. This rare chemistry must not go unsung. i’m shouting his name from places inside I didn’t know existed- in languages I didn’t know I could speak…

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      • dievca
        August 24, 2015

        You do not need to be a sub to serve and to be served in return. I could use this as Vanilla, too. Love to you and am happy to hear/listen.

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  3. thruthemist
    August 24, 2015

    You have no idea how much I love this post! Happy dancing feet kind of love It.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. The Muscleheaded Blog
    August 25, 2015

    Outstanding write, Ret.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. distantshipsmoke
    August 26, 2015

    I want to read this many more times, Damn! that’s a good write!!
    And your pictures! Love the nude between the rock layers, she is so erect…..


  6. Reticent Mental Property
    August 26, 2015

    It is a very intimate read, then. good. I enjoy setting the scene…I like the contrast of the nude in between layers of rock with the sculpture of rock capturing the nude form… lots of imagery. Cheers!

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  7. Mari
    September 24, 2015

    This is marvelous


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