Popsicles - Improv text Collab with poeticdesire

Me: Awww.. Poor Jazz Queen popsicle. You work so hard.I just want to hold and warm you riiiiight up. And catch up on Netflix for hours. Drift away.

Jazzmyn: lol, yep. You like cherry popsicles?

Me: Ooooh.... Very much. They're a good sloooow dessert

Jazzmyn: Yea been a while:-) im such a sucky friend ...said i was gonna do better at staying in touch

Me: Me too ... There's just too much day to day to stop and re-enter that hazy, maybe elsewhere, us place, where lazy felt like a shared embrace

Jazzmyn: yes slow indeed..unless you want brainfreeze...which is not necessarily a bad thing..but more like a chill thrill

Me: Errands and work, so much awareness that also perks,
Showing hidden needs, slow indeed to meet those...
So what fits inside holds still,
Fire calmed with desire dawned, bold will
Folded to keep discreet and safe
Like the sweet and meaty center of crepes
Breakfast late, sleepy starts to wake
When morning freezes, that's what my brain really needs
Distilled my mouth vast ... Chill like a housecat
Don't need to come unmuzzled, that kind of nuzzle?
With you near me, that's the untroubled real me! 😸

Jazzmyn: You are absolutely right..feel like i been on autopilot lately..my next off day gonna be all about me

Ahh the breakfast of champions a sunny delight lots of hugs and rubs sets my pace just right..i'll be your hotcakes baby :-) pour some honey on me...with fresh fruit on the side..so delicious yet healthy..paletable pleasantness means dont amount to much if it lacks substinance..nourishment..fullfillment..lets lay together tangled in the sheets all cuddled up together sharing body heat..not wanting to get up..nothing beats breakfast in bed..now i know you not spose to play with your food but thats the whole fun of being fed..to relish it..embelish it..

Me: Ooooh… lemme leave my mouth stamp on your neck and ankles, that's MY breakfast of champions!
The sun doesn't hold a candle to your delight! Raise the heat from the buzz, head to feet rub, escalate and slow the pace right….
With hugs, before blazing hot with kisses and bites… taking in every way to slake your thirst lovely lady
I want to make your every hidden spot burst if you're my hotcakes, playing with me…

My tongue will taste every drop of honey before it runs down to your knees…
But some I’ll just haaaaaaave to watch…
Because past the taste of sweet bees plus you and me? Is that place of juuuuuust being able to trace …
The maze of allure, where golden nectar traces your curves,

Which is more luscious? My mind is blurred where those lines stir
So in slow motion it rides while I watch and feed you fresh fruit, from spooning beside you,
Fingers to your lips so every moan that slips is blended into the continuity of this movie we’re due
Proving substance of caring for you is where dream occurrences, courage of emotional sense turns to nourishment and realness past sexual fulfilment, into what breaking the fast really meant…

(Nerdy stasis of dirty playlists flirt through the matrix playing a scene like daydreams through all 30 days of Lent!)
Make our way past angles on the page to meet, the dreamscape is our stage so we can spend ages tangled in the sheets

all cuddled up together sharing body heat..
not wanting to get up..nothing beats breakfast in bed..
Check what’s feeding both our heads, reading close, never misled
now i know you not spose to play with your food but thats the whole fun of being fed..to relish it..embelish it..