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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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Rain Refreshed and Reborn
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Posted:Mar 21, 2018 6:14 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2018 3:59 am
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Rain Refreshed and Reborn The wind has brought clouds daunting and haunting they hang their presence as physically strong as the clothes we no longer wear and now crack in the clouds a lightening or a brightening a different shade of gray a fresh palate as rain falls escaping envelope of cloud cascading heavily down as if weather would ground drown and is it wrong to think as the earth has its heavy drink to kiss your neck as your eyes closed listening to rain heavy and how the desire flows blossoms of warmth on your throat as you open like the clouds let me in to your sensual succulence the moist heat such a contrast to the whipping rain outside the rhythm of water in the gutters full as down upon the floor together pull to continue this rainy evening search dusk outside and sit your on a perch edge of the dining table old and upon my shoulders your legs hold as nibble velvet of your inner thighs lap at the nectar rising from within as rain is music on the roof we send our shouts spiralling some sensual delicious delight this fire warming us we light tastes and sounds and tactile impressions how our faces have so many expressions the continual surprise of the pleasure wrought by one upon the other with thought trust and respect and honouring the promises we in sensual communion keep as rain is falling and we are alive refreshed and reborn as the earth outside.
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saviour?
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Posted:Mar 21, 2018 5:15 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2018 3:38 am
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saviour? I am always there ten minutes early hoping you will also arrive sooner mean we can spend more time in each others company to bask in your smile to exchange words again for a while chipping away at our thoughts trying to nestle deeper in the food we consume over lunch or coffee drunk almost unnoticed lost in following your trails of thought how your lip move as you talk the glimpses of skin bare exposed here and there and you move in closer and I never know is this how you are with everyone or have we crossed some divide should I yield to my desires and lean forward and capture those lips tantalising and feel as if I could fall into and towards you forever or is this just who you are open and caring and free of intelligence unbending of compassion and passion for those who might not be accepted am I different or the same another charity case with whom you converse as you constantly strive to save all in reach in this universe.
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Mid Morning after St Patrick's Day
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Posted:Mar 18, 2018 10:47 pm
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2018 5:25 pm
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Mid Morning after St Patrick's Day Don't wake me from this crumpled sleep let me lie here still and dream over the night which was before the cool early morning hours we stumbling returned home our feet following old pathways as our lips did also find the tip of tongue and bare skin tumbling down when we got within how hot your body burned sheathed in alcohol and passion our kisses scattered shots yet they land with lustful force and teeth tore back buttons and hands undid zip and belts there was a need to view anew the taut sexuality of you I saw the desire in your gaze reflecting that which was within mine you woman true of belly curved breasts the fruit hanging lush and neither of us thought to blush as every part of me accepted every single part of you the lines angular and curves full demanding me take all of you my kisses searching cross your skin to blow upon the fire lit within the grins and cooing as against each other we moved our bodies no athletic convention of sport the sport was of our own invention legs around waists drawing in arms holding leverage and weight these kisses brought us alive this rutting eagerness as we mate take me and take you and take the night this day and dawn as we sensually extract and elicit every groan and kiss and moan so hot with alcohol we burn celebrating in cheered salute in turn St Patrick's Day and green beer the fact we two are linked here the heat of your molten core the nails raking again demanding more in this shadow of St Patrick's Day loving living with abandon such trust in you can show the total honesty of each other so let me doze a little longer so fatigued a sleep make me stronger then when I am awake we can stay in bed and begin the foreplay of celebrating each other once again.
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Cardio Examination
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Posted:Mar 18, 2018 6:46 pm
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2018 6:29 am
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Cardio Examination If they pulled my heart out wonder what they would see would they declare my heart was working with full and unstinted functionality as they probed and prodded sought out all my heart's secrets would they be able to see the many holes and regrets would they note the relationship which drew a glacial crevasse slice across this heart of mine scarred and blackened and stunted all my heart could ever be and all those minor nicks and scars from those passing with whom I did engage which as some adventures do as watches rundown and stopped no longer caring for the time together no longer caring at all fullstop or would they find veins as thick as highway tunnels through which new hope pumped keeping alive this old heart giving heart red allure of health when on closer appraisal is so battered chewed and tattered though sweet with a touch of tart still rising to seek to embrace opportunity when presented and so I wonder what they will see when they pop out this heart of mine for examination more than a cursory interrogation go ten rounds with rubber hose and phone book demanding answers of that addicted organ which on living and love is hooked this old heaving heart of mine.
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When They Closed the Lid
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Posted:Mar 18, 2018 6:38 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2018 4:28 pm
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When They Closed the Lid When they close the lid will I see the same pattern repeated ad-infinitum in my sight an image of an image extended till all of life a mantra protracted will I see your translucent face hear the words never spoken feel your breath on my skin will I laugh or simply cry wonder how many times one can die my heart breaking anew as when they closed the lid on you
When they close the lid will I hear choruses of gulls or the munching of worms will there be a choir of angels singing such delights of the distant paradise a sound of sliding collapsing Arctic Ice so clean and unsullied it is blue and only half as pure as you and what might I hear you say words of hello and good-day those words silenced from my ears when once all I heard was tears my heart breaking anew as when they closed the lid on you
When they close the lid and I reach up and touch will it just be the grain I trace and in that grain a face of something greater than myself custodian of a truth often sought never discovered by those living and inside this box the giving of all answers which were sought since first I felt that deepest hurt will my touch finally reach you my embrace truly soothe you as my embrace never had chance to all those years before when beginning was end and Love Fate could not bend when before I held and my heart was felled my heart breaking anew as when the closed the lid on you.
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To Set Me Free
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Posted:Mar 18, 2018 5:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2018 4:28 pm
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To Set Me Free Let me taste your pale lips almost dry against my own does not matter the month or season does not matter the rhyme or reason i want to feel those lips beneath my own kiss you once and twice and not feel alone see the passing light on your face move in my whispers tell you what life does prove how there can be hurt and deeper pain how after some things we are never the same and yet we want to go back to the start be as we were before life took us apart once more I want to kiss your lips see if in a kiss if into life past world slips and if the world should remain unchanged as past remains beyond our grasp and out of range in kissing those pale lips I once knew better perhaps still the best of life I can remember the heat and roar of passion before the cold and maybe in a kiss the thaw will take a hold peel back these numb layers fossilized of me allow me to find a path from the past to set me free.
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Pasta Maker
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Posted:Mar 18, 2018 4:49 am
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2018 8:42 pm
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Pasta maker A raw pasta sheet wide this is the beginning of me unmarked and plain fed into pasta maker of life the handle cranked and wheels turning draw the pasta sheet through the tight roller press and the blades slicing the sheet into that wonder of life is it little surprise often we are amazed at the shapes of pasta created or how sometimes it feels as if life has irrevocably changed us for good or ill the past sliced away changed into a future different life and time always changing us as a pasta sheet dragged through the pressing rollers of life.
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Saint Patrick's Day
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Posted:Mar 16, 2018 6:26 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2018 4:29 pm
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Saint Patrick's Day Heavy atmosphere of another pub stomaches lined with potato based grub an aroma of Guinness and hot sweat because so full these places get On St Patrick's Day each and every year everyone crowded in from far and near the music is Irish folk and or punk or some eloquent boisterous drunk howling Danny Boy at the rafters across a gale of Celtic laughter all those bright shining Irish eyes full of banter craic and a few lies so much green being worn more Irish-folk than ever were born Upon the Emerald Isle so far distant and the drinking and singing constant for on March 17th everyone is or desires to be Irish born wild strong and always free.
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To the Point of Pleasure
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Posted:Mar 15, 2018 11:29 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2018 12:49 am
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To the Point of Pleasure Full lips on mine eager and hungry my fingers stroking a captured nipple the arch of your body thrusting against me a hurried rambling to undress then fingers stroking your outer lips sliding in to caress across inner walls wetness is coming in a rising flood you take my hardness thrusting in legs around my waist locked rocking and rubbing against each other breathlessly we enraptured explode and lie there panting and thinking please again please this pleasure.
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Skittish
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Posted:Mar 15, 2018 9:01 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2018 12:48 am
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Skittish We are prosperous individuals successful in work owning those things we want we our bills and taxes drive responsibly on the roads and can stare down a drunk or an urban situation unsettling sleep well through thunder at night believe we know what is wrong and right and yet I sit here skittish waiting for you at this table coffee slurped down eagerly the wash of it against my teeth the of caffeine on my tongue I can see every entering and leaving any shadow or movement makes me twitch look up and wonder if this is you arriving I was or am minutes early and we have conversed a hundred time before I know if you have siblings the name of your pet how your work irks you and the people you avoid because they bring you down I know the websites you visit for your news of the world if you are a girly girl or something else i know so much and your photo studied as if it were an exam for which I had my life to cram looking and trying to aertain if your eyes are blue brown or tan and is that hair colour natural and will your hair cut be the same when was the photo taken was it when you were overjoyed or just feeling plain I have realised I don't know you when we meet what will we feel and then you are at the doorway and I realise you feel the same and soon we will both have to reveal our inner selves and more than said our body language will be read how we act towards others measured and you sit down across from me and you note my empty coffee and we use the moment to say hello as we a waitress over to order for you your first and for me another drink and I am feeling skittish my heart racing twice as fast as it would normally beat am I sweating as if Summer are my palms damp and cold should I meet just your eyes oh god am I staring should I look over all of you am I admiring or leering what do I say to explain which will not sound self serving and something not plain as I am feeling skittish and you have not yet said a word beyond hello and already I am wanting to follow your conversations over the edge of the world to the very end.
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No Rush This Morning
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Posted:Mar 14, 2018 8:58 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 6:38 pm
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No Rush This Morning Reach out with my arm and my hand brushes your back down along spine bumps track to rising curve of buttocks sense the heat of you this heat of another and my own body stirs anticipation in my thoughts for kisses on your lips of fingers stretching across the erogenous zs you would want me to explore and my fingernails lightly rake over this naked back and you curl and sigh a lost breeze coming home a wave breaking on a shore as I roll over and seduce warm kisses on your throat a nibble sucking on your neck a hand cupping breast lightly teasing nipple at tectonic plate speed we lazily awaken each other the birds harmonising outside sound of traffic moving reaching into our boidour no rush this morning stretching mules to reach around and along your body fingertips grazing over every curve and rise barely touching as your body rise a magic trick of levitation and turning you smile and our arousal a known ent fills the quiet of this room and slowly you bend your head to where my lips are waiting your eyes are still and stating no rush this morning as lips meet and slowly merge into each other those mules working as we lazily wait an inquisitive tongue dawdles out and traces lines of your lips a tingle inside rising and you draw my tongue in the kiss building heat my hand on your shoulders massaging as if to kiss the skin there as sweetly and seriously as our morning kiss on a morning when would not matter how wide a bed we would reach each other and lazily inspire the lighting of a deeper fire even as we take our time as no rush this morning.
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Pennsylvanian standoff
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Posted:Mar 14, 2018 5:26 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 1:09 am
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Pennsylvanian standoff The results are in almost a Pennsylvanian standoff it seems Republicans lost no one's sure democrats won no slaughter of the Lamb while Saccone seems gone the money poured in to the election to swing the way of a solid incumbent been proven redundant for the voters thought to tell unimpressed with Trump's hell the shifting disorganisation of a White House in chaos the lies proliferating as rabbits on viagra and now the roulette wheel spins and who know who the mid term wins?
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Stop Light Conversations
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Posted:Mar 13, 2018 7:39 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2018 8:39 pm
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Stop Light Conversations Stop light conversations my delving hand between your thighs thanking god for automatics waiting for the lights to change and talking of what we might do of where life might take you those fragments incomplete of future will you lose them or dreams nurture and feeling your living giving heat as you lightly slightly squirm in your seat at my fingers sensually strumming are you always on the edge of cumming is it only with me you are like this so free and uninhibited and vibrating a bubbling burning decadent angel a changeling when we embrace put aside the good girl so polite and nice as if beneath these fierce kisses you ignite for an industrial strength lust unveiled with none of your thoughts curtailed your expressions frank and demanding the kind of things we would find alarming if watching a movie with your parents or discussing the laws of consent moving your hips to sit further forward so my fingers reaching are not awkward and there is not enough air in this car open the window before I asphyxiate on the pheromones of our lust my fingertips pressing against damp denim and you hold my continuously mystified gaze as you continue to reveal yourself and amaze in your sensual sexual reactions as I feel your muscle contractions somewhere deep in you did something move as my fingertips stroke along the groove you are biting on your lower lip and over your eyes your eyelids slip you are leaning back as you lean into the rich sensations following through can sense you are almost at the top when a chorus of car horns makes me stop for the stop light has turned green and you say something frankly obscene and unlikely the other drivers could perform in the manner to which you think they should conform besides if they did all would be home and not out here driving around alone wishing they were in this car and were me when in passing us your impatient grin they see.
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