The Christmas Gift at Bay Ridge Cemetery -by- Lotidings

Long ago when the United States was fairly new, lived a wealthy landowner.

On the day his wife gave birth to his son Edgar, his heart was filled with so much joy, that on his way to buy his infant son a gift, he crossed paths with an unemployed share-cropper and his pregnant wife, who asked him for a job.

The wealthy landowner offered the sharecropper and his wife a piece of land. He told them if they could make a profit off the land over the next ten years, at the end of that ten years the land would become theirs to do with what they wished.

Over the next couple of months, the share cropper’s wife gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, whom they named Tilly.

Three and a half years later, while Edgar’s parents entertained other wealthy landowners and Tilly’s parents worked in the fields; they found each other at a spring. “This was my granny’s music box. Would you like to watch me dance?” Tilly asked.

Edgar looked at her with eyes of amusement, then sat down on the lush green grass.

Tilly wound the music box, lifted the lid and started to dance. She would also sing with it. “Lalala la la, Lalala la la.” She whirled and twirled with the grace of a prima ballerina.

From that dance on, every moment they could steal, Edgar and Tilly would meet, at the spring. Sometimes Tilly would dance for Edgar, and sometimes Edgar held her hands and danced with her.

One afternoon Edgar’s mother called for him to come in for supper. “Where have you been?” She asked.

“I’ve been playing down at the spring with Tilly.” He answered.

“Edgar I forbid you to play with the children who work for your father. They are dirty and have germs. I don’t want you to catch any disease they might carry. Also, Edgar, you must remember who you are. You are better than they are. If I find out you have been playing with any of those children, I will take one of your father’s belts to your backside. Do you understand me, young man?” She scolded.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He replied. He knew in his heart his mother was wrong about people, especially Tilly.

Edgar knew what he had to do. From now on he would bring a book or his slate with chalk when he played with Tilly. This way when his mother asked him what he had been doing, he could answer truthfully. He could say he was reading a book or writing. He just wouldn’t mention that Tilly was reading and writing with him.

Four more years passed, and in the early spring, Edgar and his parents attended a birthday party for another rich land owner’s son. Edgar caught a cold that quickly turned into pneumonia.

One stormy night Edgar called his parents to his bedside. With a weak whispering voice “Father, Mother, I have a favor to ask of you. I’m going to live with Jesus. I want you to promise me that you’ll take care of Tilly. I love her and I don’t want her to be alone in this world. Please promise me you two will take care of her.” He pleaded.

Edgar’s parents could do nothing for their sobbing but nodded yes.

With his final breaths, Edgar said. “Suffer little children to come unto me and forbid them not: for such is the kingdom of God.” Edgar died.

Edgar’s parents were beside themselves with grief. “We promise Edgar. We promise.” They cried.

Edgar’s death hardened his father’s heart and when the land planted by Tilly’s parents failed to yield a profit later that summer, he forgot about the promise he had made to his son and had Tilly and her parents evicted from the land.

The loss of the land broke the heart of the sharecropper. He soon fell ill and without the will to live, he died.

A few weeks later Tilly’s mother whose heart was broken over the death of her husband soon fell ill and also without the will to live, died.

Tilly was now all alone in the world. All she had left was her music box.

The townspeople gathered for a meeting on what to do about Tilly. They decided the best place for her was an orphanage.

The word orphanage frightened Tilly, so she ran and hid among the tombstones of Bay Ridge Cemetery. The same cemetery where Edgar and her parents were buried.

On Christmas Eve Edgar’s father came to pay his respects and brought a teddy bear for Edgar’s grave. He hid behind a tree when he heard the voice of a small child crying while praying.

“Lord Jesus, please hear my prayer. I know my best friend Edgar, my mommy and my daddy are with you. I don’t think Santa knows where I have been living. Would you please tell him to bring me a teddy bear? I know as long as I have you and a teddy bear, I won’t feel so lonely and scared. Could you also please tell mommy, daddy, and Edgar that I love and miss them so very much? Amen…Oh, I almost forgot, Happy Birthday Lord Jesus.” Tilly prayed.

Edgar’s father waited as Tilly cried herself to sleep. He took off his cloak and covered her; then he set the teddy bear down beside her. He walked over to Edgar’s grave and wept. “Forgive me, my son, forgive me. From this moment on your mother and I will always take care of Tilly.” He cried. He then hurried off to fetch his wife and to let her know he had found Tilly.

The sound of the rich land owner’s horses galloping in full stride awoke Tilly. She had to rub her eyes when she saw the teddy bear. “Thank you, Lord Jesus, for getting the word to Santa so fast. Thank you!” She said joyfully.

She brought her new teddy bear and her old music box to Edgar’s grave. “Look! Edgar, Santa brought me a teddy bear, and now I won’t be so lonely and scared. I can pretend he is you, and we are dancing.” She said.

She wound the music box and danced with the teddy bear and she sang “Lalala la la, Lalala la la.”

She soon heard the rustling of fallen leaves. Thinking it was townspeople coming to take her away to an orphanage, she took her teddy bear and music box and hid behind a large tombstone.

“Tilly… Tilly” Edgar’s father called out.

Tilly peaked out from the tombstone to see just two people. The rich landowner and his wife. She watched the lady walk to Edgar’s grave, where she fell to her knees sobbing.

Tilly came out of hiding and took the cloak given to her by the rich landowner and draped it over Edgar’s mother’s shoulders. “This came from Santa and it made me feel nice and warm all over. I’m sure it will make you feel better too.”

Edgar’s mother looked up at her. “Did you know Edgar?

He was my best friend and I miss him so.” Tilly exclaimed.

“I am Edgar’s mother,” she answered.

“Suffer little children to come unto me and forbid them not: for such is the kingdom of God. Luke 18:16. Edgar taught me that. He taught me my ABC’s and how to write my name and he would dance with me to my music box. He was my best friend.” Tilly boasted.

Edgar’s mother reached up for Tilly and pulled her close, and hugged her tightly. “Forgive me, my child, I should have come to get you days ago. Thank you, Tilly your words have been comforting. How would you like to come with us?” She asked.

“No, I don’t want to live in an orphanage. I want to live here where Edgar, my mommy, and my daddy are. Besides, Jesus talked to Santa and brought me this teddy bear; I won’t be so lonely and scared anymore,” Tilly replied.

“You misunderstand Tilly. We want you to come and live at our house, and become our daughter. This would make Edgar and us very happy.” Edgar’s father said.

“Can my teddy bear and music box come too?” Tilly asked.

“Of course, and we can come and visit Edgar and your parents as often as you like,” stated Edgar’s mother.

Tilly thought about the offer for a few minutes. “Okay, but only because I know it would make Edgar happy and I love him. Would you like me to dance for you?” She asked.

“Yes! we would love to watch you dance but let us get you home first,” Edgar’s father replied.

With her music box and the teddy bear in one arm, she took the hand of Edgar’s mother. Then they all walked to the carriage that would soon take them all home.

{Original release 09/20/2013}

Personal Buffet -by- LoTidings

Now that it’s over the trick or treat scene.
We can start thinking over our Thanksgiving cuisine.
We’ll prepare a meal, fit for the cover of any magazine.
But there’s only one appetite I want to satisfy “My King”.

We’ll need some ideas on just where to start?
Well need salty, chewy, creamy, sweet, maybe a little fruity tart.
The right kind of nutrition good for our bodies and our heart.

While we were thinking, can I have a taste of your lips?
And how about you slide your hands down over my nipples to my hips?
Get any food ideas baby from hints in those two tips?

Feel me as I grow wet,
Over your mouth watering succulents, you can bet.

I want to feel your hardness throbbing to vent.

How would you like me on all fours or bent?
*mashed potatoes*

Ooh… and our slurping and suckling perhaps on my knees.
* cranberries, sweet potatoes, macaroni, and cheese*

The bed, the bathroom, the kitchen or by candle lights beam.
I want to hear your howl of my name, during pinnacle heights scream.
Our mind and bodies become one, so supreme.
* broccoli, salad, green beans*

No matter the season, holiday or weather in the sky.
My passion for you grows and that’s no lie.
If you want to see it babe just look me straight in the eye.
Mmmm * banana split pie*

All served from my personal buffet.
I am “your eyes only”, kind of display.
Go ahead have a few helpings served your way.

Hungry? I’ve got a plate with your name on it!

Zone In -by- LoTidings

When I see you, tingles rush through my being.
What is this crazy thing, exactly? That I’m feeling.
I only know my eyes can not hide,
my desire for you bursting inside.

When your hands glide over me
as if I’m a fine piece of art,
I want to slide my hands over the throb
of your phallus start.
Ooh! the quiver in my lips as you enter me
with your manhood’s dart.

I am captivated by your brawny scent,
The aroma of our bodies sweat,
anticipating.. enjoying each other
as a personal banquet.
The beautiful whiff of our fused
zenith releases on the bed so wet.

Just to hear the ping in your messages tone,
then you say, “Hey Baby, can’t wait to get you alone.”
I say, “I want to hear the zing in your grunts
and the blare in your moan.
You say, “HAWT!!, I may have to do you in the truck,
why wait for home.”

Whether slowly or a quickie, yet never in haste.
Sharing each other, our bond encased.
There’s smack in my lips,
you’ve become my favorite taste.
And when we kiss during our climaxes interlaced,
we’re taking a reviving drink, holy based.
By you, once again my womanhood graced.

All my senses on you zone in,
that includes my Sixth sense, called woman’s intuition.
Can you sense it, it’s calling to you,
saying “Babe meet me…I’ll be on
a counter in the kitchen.
I’m sensing you’re hungry and need a few
helpings of my special nutrition.
How about it Baby, ready for another sexual expedition?

It’s Halloween -by- LoTidings

Let’s get out our spooky.
Let’s get our freak.
Let’s sit the bowl of candy outside
for a game of hide-and-seek.
I could be Cleopatra when our lips meet.

Maybe as Bonnie Parker, I’ll put it twitch in your hips,
or as a bare-breasted angel

caressing your chest with my nipple tips.

Maybe I’ll toss in a little sensual gore,
as Marilyn Monroe licking and suckling your body
until it greets ecstasy door,
or maybe as a vampire feeding my appetite

through your manhood’s core.

Maybe you’ll find me as Eve… knowing me for the first time (;)
with my ankles on your shoulders

or on all fours on the floor.

Yes, Baby, it’s Halloween.. my body’s on fire for you

Your name in euphoria I want to scream.

Only you can turn down the flames in my desires heat,
I’ll do all your favorite erotic tricks

and be your treat.

Your costume?… the lover of course!

pumpkins trick or treat

Spy -by- LoTidings

Hey, Babe, I’m happy your home,
I’ve been missing you and feeling alone.
Today I took a drive, I picked up an ice cream cone.
As I took a lick,
an arousing musing of you overtook my thought
and it rhymes with a pogo stick.

So you noticed the way I’m dressed,
brought on by more erotic thoughts of you, I must confess.
In a trench coat,
silk stockings black.
I’m going to take command over your remote.

See I’m in “ravish you” mode.
We’re going to play, “Spy”.
I’ll investigate all your erogenous zones
to unlock your “Secret Code”.
I take a seat upon a chair
do my best “Sharon Stone”
totally bare.

It’s my mission because I’ve decided to accept it.
(No this tape will not self-destruct in 5 seconds)

I know how to get my first clues,
We’ll throw in a game of naked Twister.
With a kiss-kiss here, and a peck-peck there.
Here a nibble, there a nibble, everywhere a nibble-nibble.
(You said you liked my singing?)

Your physical evidence in glowing flesh hue,
Nothing feels more beautiful when we’re quenching
your desire me and my desire for you.

I want to light that flame,
burn through your veins.
Your body gone wild,
inhibitions can’t contain,
Ecstasy’s slow torture,
the majesty in its insane.
No stopping till I feel tame!

I’ll take the challenge, accept the dare
You’re my man I want to take you there,
to Heaven on Earth’s pinnacle… is exactly where.

**Yes, Babe next time we’ll play “Men in Black”,
of course, you can be the space alien, but …
ya gotta wear tentacles ;)**

Practice -by- Lotidings

You’re such a tease. You creepin’ up behind me, to give my butt a slap.
I tugged on your arm and said, “Ya know, ya gotta give the other cheek a tap.
C’mon, let’s take a frisky nap.”

We practiced the sacred ancient art,
when a man and woman become one,
as they have since creations start.

Let’s practice? Take me there.
Set free erotic inhibitions, caged in my soul.
I crave you! My body can’t wait to take the dare.

Use your hands to explore me in that special way you do.
Your touch sends tingles through me,
I become bewitched, by your kisses brew.
I only want to please you.

Let your mouth do a few “fly-bys” where your hands once explored,
while my desire for you becomes fully charged,
You plug me in, like an electric cord.

I want to feel bliss, lying beneath you. We just let go.
it’s not giving, it’s not taking, when we both lose control.

I want to leave your shoulders sore, from my ankles indentations.
As we practice, giving each other to ourselves without limitations.

We can watch each others body’s and each other’s faces,
as we peak reaching ecstasy’s graces.

Oooh, thrill me, Babe! So loud, my moans whine.
Then whisper to me, “You’ll be walkin’ funny,
when we’re finished this time.”

Collapse on top of me. There’s peace in our fast heartbeats and panting breaths.
Our kisses say everything. Fall asleep with you inside me, refueling with some rest.

“When we awake, our eyes say, “Let’s do it again.”
I’ll throw on your shirt. A few munchies will propel our erotic Zen.

To the kitchen, I took a tottling walk,
we hollered back and forth in sexual innuendo talk.

I yelled out “Babe, I need the bowl from the top shelf”
Before I knew it, I was pinned against the kitchen counter and yourself.

My hands glided over the top of the counter, I said, “Look at all this free space.”
Then you pulled my hair, bit my neck and whispered. “That’s why I came
runnin’ Baby, you’re the only delicacy I want to taste.”

Let’s practice, Babe, no time to waste.

(In the moments we freely give, are the moments remembered we truly lived)

Classic Elements -by- Lotidings

I’m feelin’, blue and lonesome, as I glance at the pillow where your heard should rest.
I’m on the bed dreamin’, about when we can share ecstasy’s nest.

How we start with Water, our spit merging as we passionately kiss,
then the titillating sensations, when around my breasts, your tongue
takes a twist.

Then it’s my turn to taste you, just a few little licks, I like your smile to glow.
Elementally, Baby, we’ll add a little Air to our sensual show,

Because where I’m gonna lick your body, is where I’m gonna blow.

Now we’ve sparked a Fire, we’re left with only one way out.
That’s when you’ll pull me to you, you can mold me any way you please.
Five, six, seven positions? We’ll we start on my hands and knees?


Lordamercy, will I be pinned against a wall where I stand?

I willingly give you power over me, as I await your next arousing command.

This is where you bring me right to pinnacles gate.

The whole Earth moves. EArTHqUAkE~

As for Spirit, we’re the only spirits that matter.
When I’m crawlin’ beside you, as we laugh and chit-chatter,
over a few of our sensual scenes.
No one or No… thing can come between us

when we share priceless intimacy.

I remind you who the protector of your manhood is
with a little cuppin’ and tender patting.

While we fall asleep and do a little napping.

Maybe it’s universal to feel lonesome and blue,
when one is missing a classic element,
the other elements cry out for it too.
My most important classic element is missing,
that element Babe is you.