At Night I Become Exquisitely Wicked.

Published on by Tosha Michelle

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My mind is a landscape of hunger, a constant singularity of need. And I’ve nothing to hold you, except my dreams. I latch onto you there in some unsayable location where our bodies take inventory of each other.

You’re the perfect conjecture. I try to make your handsome face a Puritan idea, but get distracted by your Dimmesdale mouth.

You speak to me in tongues, under a ghost light, your
hands made of shadows. You lay your artifacts across my map. I address you in sighs. You follow me down, like a trail. Oh how relentless is my South.

You take up every area of my terrain, cells, lungs,.and those unmentionable spaces between decadence and devilish, contours and curves

I swallow your beauty, and breath you deep inside.
Warmth. Storm. Release. Lost in Orion’s belt and the
makings of one hell of a dream.

-Tosha Michelle

Photo courtesy of Esquire and my celebrity crush James Purefoy

JP, if you read this, don’t make it weird, unless you want to.
Hubba. Delusional, hubba.

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134 thoughts on “At Night I Become Exquisitely Wicked.”

  5. Taking a chance at committing a great faux pas at my new job (personal stuff on work computer is a no-no) to stop in quickly to say “hi” and enjoy secretly reading some of your past posts 🙂

    Also wanted to share that I got the new Coldplay CD and I am loving it (I know you are a Coldplay fan). Have you heard “Amazing Day”? Oh my! That song gives me goosebumps and brings tears of joy to my eyes….what I love aside from the lyrics is the full orchestra!

    Hope all is well and that you are having an amazing day!

    I will pop in whenever the opportunity strikes 🙂

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    1. Hiiiiii! It’s wonderful to hear from you. I’m glad your being a little rebel a I’ve missed your comments. I haven’t heard that song, but I’m going to find it and listen now. Sending love your way.

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  6. This is simply gorgeous Tosha. I like how you’ve wickedly added clues like a treasure hunt of love. As for the image, I am all takers for James Purefoy, lol. It seems the love mood is now emerging for all. I published one in the same mood 😀

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      5. Exactly, like a nice demi-god that we can adore and forget during household chores except perhaps when we’re off peeling onions. Then we can cry our hearts out that he fails to see our awesomeness 😀 😀

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      7. Definitely his loss and I am sure that not only he snores but he also picks his nose when nobody is looking 😀 Sour grapes? Who me? No way! Hehehe I put my onions in the fridge so I don’t have to weep my heart out 😛 but I’ll come over and cry a bit with you for company 😀

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  18. Damn! I can’t like this.
    Wordpress is being a likkle twot!
    Again!
    I am going to knock on their doors until my knuckles bleed and demand they step outside and ballet dance in tutus and three-threes to the music of Bjork.

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    1. You are so ridiculous. That’s what I like about you. I couldn’t like your post either. What the hell, WP? By the way, I’m still waiting for the video of you in heels. Stop being a tosser and get on it. Did I use tosser is the right way? You Brits with your silly slang. Tsk. Tsk.

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      1. Ridiculous? Moi?!
        Is it like looking in a mirror? Haha
        I need some heels that fit my largish feeties.
        You use it well, ratbag 😂

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      5. And she’s back! The stinky trout!
        I know! What must folk think when they read our comments! Haha
        Bless ya, ya funky smelling dingo’s Arse!

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      6. They probably think we’re nuts. They’ll be right. Now go to bed. Sleep is a wonderful thing, and heaven knows you need all the beauty rest you can get. I mean, you’re good looking enough but imagine how handsome you would be if you actually got a solid 8 hours
        Gross. That was way too nice. Let’s try this again. Go to bed, you thumb twiddling, ass hat. AND again, CU next Tuesday. Good night, I say, Good night!!! 😉

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      7. You’re nuts. I’m as sane as turnips.
        Good looking enough?
        Enough for what? Halloween?
        Not sure you know the dictionary definition of nice, you manure gargling, womble toucher.
        Mwah to you, ya funny freak.
        Good night.
        I’m watching an interesting documentary called Everything Is A Rich Man’s Trick.
        Tatty-bye to youuuu, ya loon.

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      12. Mother fu””””! I’m so done with you (for now) Some of us actually sleep at night. You, Edward Cullen wannabe! Do you sparkle in the sun? I hope Belle dumps your ass. This comment brought to you by the year? Heck, I don’t remember. Now fly along and find a window to crawl in. See ya in my nightmares. Fondly, Team Jacob.

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      13. Haha!!
        Edward Cullen wants to be me, the bland fuckwit.
        Go to sleep, ya loon, and dream of yorkshire gold tea, with coconut macaroons.
        Night night, ya wonky pickle.xx

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      14. This is turning into the blog version of “no, you hang up first’ or a duel to the death of sleep.

        We agree on EC. You’re more like the guys from Dumb and Dumber anyway. On that ” cheeky” note, I bid you a final fuck you. See ya on the sunny side of the loon.

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      15. I’m the Jim one!!
        And that’s not fair: I can’t compare you to a stupid woman comedy. They are all whacky. And that’s a compliment.
        So I’ll say miss Tandy! Night, ya boobyheaded buffoon. Fuck off! Xx

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      23. Awwww, trying the low blow, trump-tastic tactic!?
        Alas, another fail: they are in a different division to us. Heehee.
        Do you think we should be nice to each other today? Haha

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      28. Don’t get use to it. Hope you’re having a good day. The weather is gorgeous here, unusually warm. Out in the sunshine. Insert snarky comment here. I’m too enthralled by nature to be mean to you at the moment.

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      29. I won’t get used to it. Haha
        Do you get snow there, or is it tropical?
        No snarky comment. Glad you are smiling.
        Tell me morerererer.
        It’s fecking horrible here. Wind and rain.

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      30. We do get snow on occasion. If we just get a few inches everything shuts down. It’s ridiculous. It’s usually fairly cold in Feb but this week is going to be nice. I’ll email you some pictures from today. Home now but headed out to meet up with my oldest daughter for supper.

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    1. One final thought, you live in such a beautiful country, rich with history… Shut up about the snow. Ha. I can only speak to London and Hastings. Spent time in both places. Yorkshire probably sucks. I mean your there so…… 😉 buh byeee

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      1. And she’s back once more! Ya ragged, soup-crusted spoon!
        I like snow!!
        And yorkshire is the best county in England. Known as God’s County for its beauty. Ya philistine! Xx

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      2. Stage right then. Have a good afternoon my cheeky WP pal. I’m in one of my Heathcliff brooding moods. Meh. If you see Cathy, tell her to piss off. I always wanted to say that. It’s sounds so gross though. Cheers mate xx

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      3. As I’m a yorkshire man, not far from them there Brontes, I have done as you asked and been arrested!!
        That Cathy bitch!
        I wouldn’t mind but old man Bronte was completely out to lunch and has done a lot worse than me. Did they arrest him?
        Did they bollocks!
        It’s outrageous!
        Hope you feel better, mi likkle loony friend. Xx

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      4. Thank you. I may have to be nice to you for a bit. I’m a happy go lucky person on the outside. Silly as can be. My girls say I am the weirdest person I know. I take that as a compliment. However, as you Brits say I do have a miserable git side. In fact, I’d say, I’m always a miserable git, I just mask it under a guise of ridiculousness. Haha

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      5. We all have a miserable old git side. Don’t worry.
        There’s sometimes I just don’t want to see anyyyyybody.
        Today, I’m non too bad.
        Is tomorrow still on?
        The reason I ask is the link takes me to the site, but no mention of tomorrow.
        Don’t worry if not. Just wondering.

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      7. Oh!! Oops! I was positive it was the second!! What a knob!
        No wonder I can’t see me!
        Haha
        I just didn’t want to let you down and was sure it was the second.
        Sorry. Haha
        There’s a call button on your site. I just click that don’t I?

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      10. I’m in a very silly mood, even though my stomach is being mother bitch!
        Went to a sports shop to buy boxers and had the check out lass peeing her pants!!
        Dirty girl!

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      15. What the what? I’m OK. How’s the tummy? Did you drink too much? Was that rude? By the way, have you ever heard of a band called The Blood? One my best friends is the lead singer. Colin Smith. He’s sort of a mentor to me. He is heavily involved in raising awareness of the plight of human trafficking victims. That’s how I came to know him. The Bood is a British punk rock band

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      16. Marshmallow hunting!
        You have to sing them out of the ground. Good fun.
        I have not. I will look them up.
        Sounds like a worthy cause.

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      17. Your lot is strange. 🙂 I’m not much for punk rock, but Colin has had a massive impact on my life. He’s a good guy and friend. Anyway, I’m in ramble mode, never good. I will leave you to hunt some marshmallows for me. Hope the book is coming along well, you muffin head, trollop.

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      18. In what way a massive impact?
        Do tell. And ramble all you like.
        Although may not be able to answer swiftly as I’m off to improve my breasts at the gym.
        You old flump! 😀

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      19. Getting in shape for our arm wrestling match? Glad to see I have you running scared. You’re going down, bitch. Can you see me flexing my muscles? I believe it was Shakespeare who said, and I’m paraphrasing, she may be little but she is fierce. You wussy, weaseling weezil. See ya, The Champion

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      20. Where the hell did that come from, you complete psycho! 😉
        Haha
        I would be a gentleman and allow you to win. 😝

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      26. And I was restraining myself out of a chivalrous attempt at being kind, you broken down, rusty old parsnip! Piffle and buckets of septic piss to you!
        How are we today? Drastically foreboding i hope. 😉

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      29. Pretty sure it’s the pin. So many places to stick so little time. Off to brave the world. I’m told there’s people out there. Meh. I’ll take your voodoo doll along for company. That’s sure to keep the humans away.

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