Posts

Posted on

BLACK AND WHITE


Bon Iver is my mood tonight. Playing on repeat, like a thickening layer of dust. Song by song. Piling up to fill the void I had for years.

It’s so crispy quiet here. I rest my hand just as I rest my colourless thoughts. The only breaker of the silence is the murmur of a conversation. The one that we are having in my head. I’m borrowing your words and adding mine to sentences of yours.

Relaxed and calm I watch the ashes fall so gracefully on the floor. Your motivation, like if by magic of the fairy-dust, has woken up unchartered waters of imagination. The vivid one, that’s running wild.

It’s burning. Smoking hot. More ashes on the ground, more words, that grow in quantity in the enormous speed of time. The sentences pile up like powder on the floor. The pattern of the conversation changes, the accents merge, fusing together.

It will burn down. With sizzling sound and rising smoke. To the very end, where all that’s left will be the empty grip of my hand and traces on the floor. Like an intact reminder of those words that we seesaw between us. That went up in flames.

Emotions stripped bare naked. No more mystery of the uncovered secrets. In shades of black and white. The choice is there, to merge it into daily mush of grey or paint the colours back again.

– Chatty Owl has left the building –

Posted on

TICKLED PINK

 The softest cloud of silky feathers. Those tiny yellow eyes that camouflage as big. The wings of plume that tickle every square millimetre of your skin. Like an illusive lover she curves her body onto yours, leaving a thin shadow of herself. The nature taught her how to be almighty quiet. Silent and invisible.
You’re sleeping. And only claws that dig into your flesh like mighty words will wake you up. To leave you with a mark and single feather. Something to remember her by. Tickled pink.

– Chatty Owl has left the building –

Posted on

WET

It’s cold outside. I’m watching the gloom of London rain and whistling wind from my window and smile at my own reflection. My inner owl is back for a short while and I’m enjoying her company. Sarcastic conversations and derailed innuendos paid me a visit today.

I smile at the reflection again and touch it with my fingertips. It touches me back and this feels so surreal. Owls in double. I trace the drops of rain with my fingers and suddenly realise my reflection is rebelling. My inner owl is fluttering her eyelashes at me and refuses to mimic what I’m doing.

I smile. It winks.
I wink. It ducks.
I duck. It frowns.

And then it happens. I feel the touch. The presence is so vivid, I look around me just to be sure I’m definitely alone. Well, sort of. Hello again, my naughty inner owl…

Soft touch.
Gentle whisper.
A moving swirling tongue.
A hand.
Impure thoughts.
And wetness on the hand.

You’re toying with my mind the way you want to and I enjoy it. You force my thoughts to dance at your played tune and I don’t even dare resist it. Inhale. Exhale more loudly. You have your way with me just with your words.

The gloom of London rain is loud and wet. And so am I. Because you’re toying with my head so bloody much, my man of faraway land…

– Chatty Owl has left the building –

Posted on

SEX


Sex. Every time I read about it, it’s always those sloppy stories about midnight kisses, touches in the dark and loud moans. Orgasms with a bitten lip and scratches on one’s back. This ideal picture of something glamorous and wonderful. Let me tell you something. That eye candy of two people locked together in a perfect composition of love is a total bullshit. Reality? Hair in your mouth, uncomfortable positions, spasms in your left leg and bumped heads.

Oh yes, I’m bitter. I’m always very bitter about life and things around me. I’m cold too. And also, I’m the least romantic girl on this earth. You know, being sweet is overrated. So is sex. So stop counting those 11 minutes of tangled bodies and enjoy what matters the most – the peak of pleasure. In the end, that’s all that’s important. Short pleasure and my back turned to you.

Mind blowing sex with the perfect heat in the bedroom, where you can feel tension buzzing is reserved for next time. Stay tuned. I might stop being so cold one day.

– Chatty Owl has left the building –

Posted on

BLUE WEDNESDAY

The state of being half awake and not yet asleep. Hazy dreams surround you like a misty fog and you don’t know what’s real and what’s not anymore. I was so used to my insomnia, I think I forgot how to fall asleep as all normal people do. Tonight I feel my legs being suspended by your kisses and I’m counting them instead of counting sheep.

Some silly phrases are still echoing in my head and I want to get lost in a web of your words. The ones that you haven’t told me yet.

Imagination is the most powerful tool I’ve got. Taking me places. In waves of pleasure. And in the peak of the moment, instead of whispering your name, I listen to the echoes in my head. “Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off”. Plain Jane Jones is not that plain tonight.

– Chatty Owl has left the building –

Posted on

TRAP

I set a trap. With cheese and chocolate drizzle that I lick off my fingers. I’m always oh so forward and blunt, but this time it’s different. A subtle trap to lure them in. Unspoken promises of peach-soft skin and exposed collar bones. Vivid imagination of what you’ll get as a prize. A way to make a mess of me. To violate my softness with your rough hands.

And then I wait. With patience and a hint of shy excitement. I wait some more, just to be greeted with a fact that trap has failed.

They say that women have the 6th sense. I’m not so sure about it. But I can assure you that men definitely do. They know when one’s intentions are not genuine.

– Chatty Owl has left the building –

Posted on

TASTE MY AFTERTASTE

Some things happen by pure accident. You notice people around you and some of them just glue their portraits in your mind. Hazel colours, surprisingly pleasant smiles, inviting stubble and kissable lips. Sometimes you’re just too fascinated by those untameable features and cocky prejudiced opinions. You pinch your courage and let the conversation flow. It’s just that sometimes… it just doesn’t. You thought the chemistry would be there, right? Ha, it was left outside in the cold! And all you’re left with now is speechless talk to soothe you down to boredom.

You looked so terribly uncomfortable and disappointed. I should have saved you by just standing up to leave. Your scruffiness suited you so much, but that dry kiss just made things awkward.

Minutes pass in their own snaily pace. Me and you. We weren’t intrigued nor interested as such. I lied I was, I’m sure you did too. Who will be the first to call off all those rendezvous to come? Initiate it if you dare.

– Chatty Owl has left the building –

Posted on

DON’T SAY ANYTHING

I get hooked on one song and play it on the loop until I cannot listen to it anymore. Ever. Like a weird drug addict to powerful tunes. Just like now. I’m mouthing words in silence and listen to them echoing inside me. I’m like Martini. A bit shaken and stirred. By emotions.

Maybe people shouldn’t fall in love with me. They should get over me.

– Chatty Owl has left the building –

Posted on

ALARM CLOCK

Congrats, you’ve just got yourself a new alarm clock, – she said.

– Huh? – you could notice his puzzled face.

– From now on, I will be the one waking you up. With blow jobs. At 3am and then again before you go to work. I’ll tilt my head from the edge of the bed for that wanted face fuck. I’ll spread my legs for you and force you to pin me down against the wall for lunch. And watch out for my long legs on your shoulders, I writhe when I come, – she explained.

He didn’t say anything. He had to fuck her.

– Chatty Owl has left the building –

Posted on

ONCE UPON A TIME…ON A TUESDAY

Eyes. Tartan green.

Conversations. Mirrored with my mind.

Time. Not enough of it.

Sometimes I jump the gun and make silly decisions on the spot. Well, not really decisions, more like actions, dictated by some impulse of wild instinct.

Sometimes people are put off by it.

I hope you’re not.

I’d like to show myself in a different light next time. Maybe you will like me better.

 Turn around, bright eyes…. As Bonnie was singing.

 – Chatty Owl has left the building –

Â