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Words of sensual seeking, of pleasure giving, of kisses, of love found, or lost, or captured, or shared.
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Sliding Doors and Walls
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Posted:Mar 13, 2018 5:11 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2018 4:25 pm
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Sliding Doors and Walls These sliding doors and walls of your many confidences the words you whisper private say to keep these secret the meetings and the calls the distance noted over all are you here or somewhere there staring into the pond of affectation is the only face you see mirrored back that of your narcissistic self and so many lines in the water so many hooks hung with bait do you sit alone and smile as over these many blinded loves you sweaty masturbate moving one piece and then the other no one knows why you bother you can't live without this treason practiced without any reason other than the support of your own rotting character a person by duplicity all hollowed out hiding behind sliding doors and walls not caring for the bruises you leave how those lied to might grieve a player you might call yourself a lover of many empty as a stone rattling in a tin can all hollowness and yet what a din loving all and can let none in beyond the fabric of the lying self the person you are not or ever will be as long as you are lying to yourself and all you meet and see hiding behind sliding doors and walls always been less than true a traitor to the good and honest how you nibble at their opened souls seeking the sustenance you cannot provide from within your corrupted self in giving them the fake light of your love as cardiacally poisonous as foxglove a drop of you deceptively toxic a hollow crown of love you wear and such affectations you constant swear saying is not me is fake lies bred by those who should not have said all the truths they know and utter of your deeds leaving only the rising twisted stench of your needs and as all wiser turn and leave you ever darker and rotting fall back hiding behind sliding doors and walls.
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When Rain Outside
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Posted:Mar 13, 2018 5:50 am
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2018 4:10 pm
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When Rain Outside Rain outside and within seems the Sun out again your top is off and I can see the twinned hills distant close to me mounted upon each a pinnacled peak a nipple aroused is of which I speak the sight before my eyes curves down a beauty in your body glorious found such nakedness erects my interest and with sweet caresses I invest to covet this body Summer warm kisses on legs and over arm take your waist and pull you close and this I find I like the most the taste of the nectar springing up on which I as if it were honey sup so sweet and sticky and spices too this nectar makes me stick as close as glue to your body i would explore from clever tongue to volcanic core this journey only bare begun vibrations rise as begin to hum the rocking rhythm we easy set a rhythm even the ill-rhythmic can get a panting pushing pressing trip as you begin to buck in my grip and I in yours begin to gush and every thought turned to mush illumination sparking through my head as we hedonistic-ally are easy lead from thoughts of rain and cold outside to love and heat as against each other slide.
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the broken heart
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Posted:Mar 12, 2018 5:26 pm
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2018 4:48 am
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the broken heart Here in words and ordered structured lines the safest place to consider what becomes of the broken hearted those who loved so keenly thrown all of their being into the act of love and loving only to find their lives dashed smashed against rocks of fate through illness losing their best mate through accident or unexpected loss find a new burden to carry and a heart so fractured no length of time can reheal no new romance reheat whatever was true bent askew an iceberg ripping through heart of you even the stages of grief when completed and g through are no solution if nothing to anger against and acceptance is the totality of knowing this shadow entering a room the door's opening creak a voice calling your name is not the you want it to be they are g and you are free free falling through an inconsequential life all which brought light before now only reminds you of the darkness which paces alongside every life and love the chance fate will turn on you the good fortune in bringing you together will be ill fortune as relationship shatter you lose the only thing which matters and so much safer and abstract to address in words and lines use the structure to hold back the grief rising ever fresh your throat constricting eyes begin to sting heart an aching lump and your eyes feel so old looking out cynical and raw having lost your reason your love you thought forever would be with you the Sun of your universe plucked out and all goes dark and even when Time has passed and the light once more flows in the light so much more feeble your life is no less grim the love which swelled your heart has in departing torn the sinews shattered the bonds holding heart whole left you not with grief and anger left you with the centrifugal emptiness of a black hole in which your spirit trapped and looking out can see world bright full of people on whom fate has not turned and you wish them the best even as your own nerve endings are burned senseless and blunted and bland you live life without thought or plan each day another meaningless date this hollow emptiness all which is left by fate.
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A Reassuring Sense of Bliss
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Posted:Mar 12, 2018 4:24 pm
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2019 1:28 am
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A Reassuring Sense of Bliss So much we tell another over a coffee mid morning or over a wine unwinding charting where we are listing the woes great and small when we run and when we fall and sometimes we lean in to each other are as book-ends and allow our lips to meet in kisses commonsense greet for all the world of which we talk for the miles we walk the surmising and proposing in this action we honour feelings deep running to surface brush of heat and moisture breathy melding in a heartbeat recall and kindle thoughts loving how easily a kiss does this brings a reassuring sense of bliss when the talk improves nothing when all conjecture air in a kiss shared anew find the ties between which truly bind.
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Swimming Out
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Posted:Mar 12, 2018 7:48 am
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2018 5:00 am
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Swimming Out Take a chance and swim out further than before so far you find yourself from any form of safe shore you could drown out here no one around to hear your arms are weary every limb exhausted your breathing heavy your heart thumping it seems this could be the end have you the energy to turn and safely return swim back against the distance which you have already covered and such an easy metaphor for lovers life and loving when you head out so much energy use and if someone does abuse the ache and fatigue so quick and vulnerable you drown fear going out again for fear of deeper fresher pain.
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Loving All The Flaws
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 11:40 pm
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2018 11:41 pm
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Loving all the Flaws Is your day like mine lost in the wondering cutting through routine and chores the thoughts of loving all the flaws finding birthmarks on skin clear laying kisses deep there tracing every mole or freckle back to where they begin and stop in wonder admiring the curve of thigh around leg how soft the skin and the heat from the font of desire and then a little higher lay a sucking flicking kiss inquisitive tongue twitch make you sigh from fathomless deep a sigh rising to speak of desire and passion rising up a boiling point reached a sense the wall of restraint breached and ready to fall so vulnerable into trusting will be respected by these lips curved which speak of greater ideals than humanity usually know and ready in this trusting to flow in the universal sharing of each other a loving you are discovering can bring more truth than just pleasure open you deeper than by any measure you either sought to be or have been in days and in years to come as to the passion lust and desire succumb your loins girded for sweet delight so much baggage for our loving union to carry on this sensual night.
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Shrapnel of Loving Ideas
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 8:52 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2018 5:38 pm
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Shrapnel of Loving Ideas When my mind is idling My mind so easy turns to you They are only thoughts And as thoughts only fragments They drift and burst A shrapnel of loving ideas As if glimpses through a photo album The pages turned so quickly All which is imparted A sensation of an image Triggering a fleeting memory A sea mist dissolving And curling over prow of a ship Shaped and reshaping The line of your leg in a black leather boot How you are sprawled out And unconscious of my presence Busy with your own thoughts Till I drop down beside you and nuzzle at The peach fur hair upon nape of your neck A tickling brushing sensual feathered kiss Lifting the skin and feeling your heat As my lips enquiring lightly press down And now your stir and turn A sparkling glitter to those eyes A cat seeing a bird in the garden A footballer turning for goal And your hand upon my head curls Drawing my lips to your own To taste and kiss and lick To suck on individual lip As the heat blossoming grows Then shifting thoughts Of my hand in a proprietary move Traces the curve of your buttocks Fingers along the edge of the crease And you defiantly staring back Can read your thoughts Is there something you like Do you sense my heated power And you stretch all limbs and grins A sensuous unveiling of sexuality This is me you are stating I am alive and free and hungry And in my chest I feel it fill With a boundless expression of want A passion and desire kindled To taste and explore and engage In a dance of hungry loving A shared chorus of groans and moans To tangle myself up in your arms And to tangle you in mine And to celebrate the rushing glow Of shuddering effusive orgasm Then to lean into one another Gathering up our breath Recovering the energy so quickly dissipated As fingertips idly teasing Swirl and stroke and caressing Keep us constantly on simmer And make us turn our thoughts To the performance of an encore Before my thoughts again lapse Fall into and upon themselves These scraps the fuel to keep me moving Till we are again in the midst of tumultuous loving.
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No Knights Remain
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 8:05 am
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2018 11:49 pm
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No Knights Remain Tell the damsels to go away no knights remain in this neighbourhood their shields are broken and carry the bluntest of blunt swords their horses are in the meadows their squires making daisy chains and their armour is so tarnished know it shall never shine again so tell all the damsels they will need to find their own way build ropes with which to climb down from towers innumerable learn how to sneak past their captors or to lull dragons into deep sleep for all the knights are gone their spirits have drained away seems they are mired in the bogs of in decision and doubt a bewitching place for such men of physical courage and bravery to not know what to do to see they are as vulnerable as every single maid or damsel they had ever saved or thought to they had once wished to love instead a fog upon them deep a magic spell or enchantment which it seems has put their best natures into the very deepest of sleep made them useless to save damsels and these battle hardened muscles thoughts of guile and martial skills they put aside for seducing those milk maids and princesses feisty enough to search these knights out and bring them once more to life.
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you curl
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 7:35 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2018 5:36 pm
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you curl I want to hit the pause button my hand between your thighs my thoughts slightly deeper a scent of tart ambrosia an aroma of heated sex pungent smell of arousal and your fingers to my lips with your juices tasty dips and my fingertips swirl and against me you curl feel your hot breath in time against my neck and ear and I have a hard nipple in my mouth of yours and such succulent skin I savour and slowly suck in sucking hard as if a kiss and how you shiver and such a heat flash through both of us consumed the pleasure igniting our bodies lightning rods for the lust we are building it will be released and explode so wet and hard and hot and soft a melting moment of dark sweetness a quivering shaking completeness offering your lips and tongue offering our bodies to each other trying to make the other gasp trying to make the other cum explode in orgasm and shout or moan or coo or shudder silently holding tight as if this ecstasy would escape if you eluded this grasp breathily knowing if it is the first of these orgasms you intend it will not be the last and searching for new skin to touch to bare all of physical desire catch a glimpse of soul and so I search for a pause button to hold this moment of sexual rioting fecund alive and vibrating and begun as my warm thumb strokes over your swollen sensitive clit.
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Scars of Love
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 6:25 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2018 5:32 pm
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Scars of Love
You are not the first And if the Fates play You will not be the last To take this heart away To be the prize of the day Leave your lipstick on my pillow Your scent between the sheets Long hairs blocking the shower drain How many tooth brushes will I leave In houses where I don’t live Where I find my love And where you find me Stars in our eyes And sweat on skins You are marinated well In youth and experience And you know so much And you want to touch To be held and to hold During every scene of every movie And every meal with you Tastes like the freshest experience And such zest on the fish and your smile Illuminates my life for a while As we play with my heart Though you are not the first My heart already has the scars of love.
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shave
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Posted:Mar 6, 2018 4:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2018 6:40 am
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shave with pumice stone and razor blade let us your legs perfect shave
and now....insert your imagination here.
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Not Major Tom
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Posted:Mar 6, 2018 3:33 am
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2018 3:06 pm
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Not Major Tom Their offering to send me to a place I always wanted to see shove my tail in a shiny metal tube fire me on a mathematical groove orbiting and re-entry all programmed in up to heaven then return to sin the powers to be have a plan to make of Mars a new land without taxes or laws on labour where to be rich will be in favour for to be poor will involve working for the company store working for the company home working for the company air until all of Mars we terraform and I am not sure of this offer at all to be sent high just to fall see all the Earth from above see the constant bickering and lack of love we don't even have philosophies on which to disagree no worry about communism or religion from which to free we crushed those isms long ago but what is left is so human greed and ego the gathering together of bombs and tanks a world without charity forgetting to give thanks for the fact we are here at all and now I await their call to be heading up on a rocket-ship to be escaping all this shit and yet the projected test flight has me returning to the same sight a world of greed and misunderstanding of leaders ignorant and jingoistic grandstanding perhaps at the height of parabola I will simply yell out "hola!" in the place between the heaven above and the hell of Earth waiting below open the shiny door and step away and leave ground control to say all the lies they will need to expend to explain the strange death of men.
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In the Age of Industrial Crucifixion
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Posted:Mar 6, 2018 1:36 am
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2018 3:05 am
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In the Age of Industrial Crucifixion In the Age of Industrial Crucifixion they are handing out nail guns at the door find the celebrity whose lifestyle you abhor write harshly about them and declare a twitter war no angels of our better nature remain we are all trolls and demons and all the same the last saints have left the planet and the building now to the demons of our worst nature we are yielding bring forth all your best china and let it fall let us shoot at it until nothing is left at all an assault rifle murderous for our sense of protection used by misguided teenagers dealing with rejection an ultimate two fingers up at school and this life leaving behind sadness grief and strife the bloody broken bodies from military ammunition shot through young souls not yet in need of contrition while the older blacker souls mired in self interest upon the Potomac will not their real intentions divest say one thing and do another offer prayers but never bother to change the rules by which we die unable to answer to any the reason why except to pick up another cross to mark another innocent lost In the Age of Industrial Crucifixion they are handing out the nail guns at the door.
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