Sexy Grown Folks Poetry – Surrender

February 25 2024

Last night was a freaking blast. Sexy, steamy fire was delivered by all!!! 🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🔥 I wrote two poems. Here’s one.

Bones of it written in June 2023, with new material added February 24 2024

Surrender

I will not settle down
I will not behave.
I will give myself amnesia
For how I was taught
I’m supposed to be

I will begin to remember anew
Making my way
With Authenticity
Waking every day
Expressing myself real and raw

Let my gravity
Be the force
That pulls you
To me

I feel it.
It’s pure ecstasy.
As my body dissolves into yours.

Pure ecstasy
I quiver with it.

You feel it.
It’s pure ecstasy
Pure ecstasy
You feel like you will explode.

You want it
I want it
I want your touch
A touch that makes the little hairs on my arm rise

I want your feel
I want to run my fingers along
every inch of your body

I want your scent
A scent that stays with me,
Lingers in my clothes, my hair
And on my body

I want the taste of you
In my mouth
I want my taste buds to
Memorize you
So my mouth waters when you’re near

Your beautiful soft skin
Deep dark eyes
Thick black eye lashes
Luscious, full lips
Warm, bright smile.

The more I get
The more I want
The more you get
The more you want
The more we get
The more we want.

You want my lips
You want my body
You want my eyes gazing into yours
You want to see my warm smile
You want me pressed against you.

Luscious, passionate kisses
Soft caressing of my body,
of your body,
Your touch, your kisses, make me lose control
My legs wrapped around your body
Makes you lose control.

Desire filled embraces
Hands intertwined
Gazing deep into
each other’s eyes.

Our plump lips
Gently touching
Mouths open
Tongues touch
Excites, ignites.

Every kiss
Reminding me
What it’s like to empty my mind
To let go

Kisses of molasses that leave a trail
Of rose petals scattered
On the trail to my heart

Clothes come off
Bodies become one
The heat increases
Hands sliding and gripping
The pleasure so intense
Audible groans of pleasure.

Bodies quiver
Bodies come together as one
Embrace, kissing passionately
Gazing into each other’s eyes.

Bodies climax together
They relax into each other’s embrace
They snuggle closely
Relaxing into each other’s touch.

I feel it
You feel it
The more we get
The more we want.
Camilla Downs

Merry Christmas from a Young Thomas, Lillian, and Camilla

February 25 2024

Thanks to my wonderful (ex) mother-in-law for sharing this yesterday. What a beautiful memory (2007 or 08) Team TLC: The Beginning ❤️❤️❤️ I got to keep the ex’s birth mom (he’s adopted) in the divorce. 🤣🤣🤣 She’s the best! 💗💗💗

 

What is Poetry – Monday Night Poetry

February 21 2024

Monday Night Poetry was an absolute blast! Everyone’s poetry was fire! 🔥🔥🔥 I shared two new poems. Here’s one:

What is poetry?

Poetry is the feel of the breeze
as it brushes against your skin,
through your hair

It’s the soft touch of another
as they hold your hand,
press their lips against yours

It’s the sounds of the birdsong,
the song of the crickets,
the purrs of a beloved cat

Poetry is the words of another
Felt in the depths of your soul

Poetry is
The words that move you
Words that take you by the hand and heart
Words that bring a smile or a laugh
Words that take your breath away
Words that enter your heart and
exit your body through the liquid love of your eyes

Poetry is the the language of the broken hearted
It’s the language of activism
It’s the language of nature, soaked into our souls,
mixed with our experiences,
and released from our body through words.

Poetry is art
Poetry is pain
Poetry is love
Poetry is a path to feeling and healing

Poetry is a golden thread of sunshine
That connects us, binds us
And let’s us know we’re not alone

Poetry is home
Poetry is fast
Poetry is slow
Poetry is a living thing
The heartbeat of the human race
Poetry is magic
Poetry is witchy

Poetry extracts the pain, the love,
the advocacy, the activism
From the mind, the heart, the mouth
Pouring and releasing it into the winds of time
To work it’s witchy magic
On all who read or hear it.

Poetry make my heart beat faster
Poetry makes my lower stomach tingle
Poetry makes everything else melt away
Poetry is the absolute fucking best!
Camilla Downs – 2024

I Feel Like Dancing – They Are the Fire

February 18 2024

💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯

Is this why I feel like dancing every time I hear music? Hmmmm. Yes, yes it is. Along with being healthy and out of the hell of financially struggling to survive. 🎉🖤🖤💋🖤🖤🎉

Dinner Date with Thomas – Sushi and Conversation

February 17 2024

Dinner date with Thomas tonight. Pisces Sushi with deep, rich conversation. Those conversations where you realize you made many good choices, with just a few not so good, during the past 17+ years.

Raising Thomas and Lillian alone, with no other parental involvement has been one of the most important, the toughest, and most rewarding things I have ever done.

I mean, how did I do so many things right, when I wasn’t even sure what the hell I was doing? Thomas has so much empathy and compassion for others, with a deep, true understanding of the nature of life and local and global issues. Blows my mind! 💗💗💗

I’m happy, grateful, and a bit relieved to be at this stage of the parenting journey.
I cherish these soul nourishing, conversation-filled dates, as the time approaches when I fully hand the wheel to Thomas for the next chapter of their life. 🖤🖤🖤

Live Music at Pinon Bottle – Johnny Harpo and Greg Grenade

February 17 2024

First time visiting Piñon last night. I had such a great time! 💋 This awesome local band was playing great tunes! They were taking requests, even more fun. I requested Mississippi Queen by Mountain, and they say they’ll do that one when they’ve got the full band there.

Hey South Reno, go check this place out! It was nice to have only a 5 minute drive there and back home. And if you get the chance, go see this band! 🖤🎶🖤 @pinonbottle @johnnyharpo

She Did It! Another One Off the List – Go Lillian

February 15 2024

Finally getting the endoscopy done! The nurses here are amazing. They used an ultrasound to find a good vein so Lillian Darnell didn’t get poked multiple times. Yay Lillian!!! And thank you clonazepam for helping Lillian not be anxious!! 🤣🤣🤣

**And if you’re that lady who sent me an email the last time I posted about Lillian conquering her fears, please Go Fuck Yourself! You don’t know me, or my kids. If you did, you would not have sent me a message that I use my kid for clicks and to get attention. Plus, Lillian is a woman. She is 22 years old! Unsubscribe from my blog and go away.**

The Path of the Heart – Monday Night Poetry

February 14 2024

Another fantastic Monday Night Poetry. I 🖤 these beautiful, creative folks. 🥰🥰🥰

I shared an oldie from 2018.

The Path of the Heart

The path back home seems littered with suffering and struggle.

What is this insane ability to cause
one’s self such suffering?

Suffering by way of the thoughts
that dart
here and there,
at times penetrating the soul as if they
were a cold, jagged knife.

When one golden day the tides of change
bring the knowing that the path
is also littered with Love.

A Love shining remarkably bright and clear,
suffering seems almost
not to have happened.

The path of Love
The path of suffering
The path of struggles
The path of Joy
The path of Harmony
The path of irritation
The path of guilt
The path of Peace.

All the same path
The path that we each travel.
Made to seem different
by way of the
degree of suffering we endure.
Made to seem different until that glorious day
that we learn
to love ourselves
and
to love one another through everything that happens.

For the things that happen will still be;
yet, the perception
of each will shift
the more the one
loves one’s self through the things.

The path of Love.
The path we all shall arrive upon one sweet day.
Oh, glory be. We shall see.

November 17 2018

Displaying the Love – Finally

February 10 2024

Finally got these hung. I think I need another row across the top.

February 11 2024

More photos hung and some rearranging of others. I’m loving the way it feels in here. The Team TLC 2023 photo is made with diamond art by my mom.

The movie wall and a hallway wall remaining.