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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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loving the bots
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Posted:Mar 6, 2018 12:58 am
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2018 4:04 am
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loving the bots
For a sense of perspective
ignore the lasses irrespective
of their stages of undress
or the loving that they stress
how a soul mate is sought
not just any fish seek to be caught
and seem so many in this internet sea
as we trawl the profiles we see
those who have broken wings
or never knew of better things
somewhere there are bots
which love with forget-me-nots
constantly aware of my arrival
saying I am their survival
capture them in my heart
and with my money shall part
those bots of clever cunning
are always always always running
while we mortals of flesh and blood
ebb and flow like Spring flood
sometimes high and racing forward
sometimes slow sluggish and oh so awkward
stumbling over words and deeds
trying to find what a spirit needs
a warm body in the dark
a loving ignition from a spark
and so often in we searchers
seems we run ahead of purpose
become keen as any sharpened knife
dive for an answer a better life
perhaps this profile will solve
every problem confronted resolve
and turns out is another efficient bot
patiently waiting for when I its reality forgot.
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safe harbour
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Posted:Mar 5, 2018 9:50 pm
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2018 1:43 am
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safe harbour
Let me find safe harbour
a sheltered arbor
far from storms of life
the unrelenting strife
let me find my ease
to do as we would please
let two sets of lips meet
in a kiss desire greet
away from pressing crush
away from headlong rush
in a safe place we know
where we both can grow.
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Marked with a Kiss and a Quote
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Posted:Mar 5, 2018 8:41 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2018 8:43 pm
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Marked with a Kiss and a Quote
All day always post-it notes
marked with a kiss and a quote
how we spend our working days
how you count the many ways
a simple kiss you will transform
into a greater love making platform
how in a kiss on paper sent
you allow some passion and desire to vent
to make me aware you are ready
to a workplace romance holding steady
after a kiss perhaps at my desk
build a head of steam and take no rest
clear desktop with a sweeping arm
bring your kisses and your charm
all day always post-it notes
marked with a kiss and a quote.
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Please Stop *NSFW*
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Posted:Mar 5, 2018 4:39 pm
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2018 1:01 am
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Please Stop
Take me back to those first thoughts
when we first met and considered
if perhaps we could indulge
in some loving sweet
place these lips upon your own
ignore the world as if here alone
taste the heat of your breath's air
run fingers through your lovely hair
draw these lips down your supple throat
of your every response I did take note
how you wanted to feel every sensual touch
as you stroked across my rising crotch
this hardness seems does suit me well
your touches made my pride swell
opening your blouse you let me in
deep kissing a breast as I did just begin
lightly stroke a coral nipple to fullness
as we continue in our swift progress
my hand on your thigh skirt press up
so many wrinkles as stroking hand does cup
over humid mound of volcanic heat
and locking to each other using feet
as my questing fingertip lifts a nectar drop
then a voice of please stop
and you and I take note immediate
of all our actions which did proceed it
perhaps this crowded elevator not the place
to pursue happiness to a state of grace
and shuffling past our red faced fellows
as if blown full of air from our heated bellows
we leave them to continue their trip alone
turn off the email and tweet and phone
against the wall we each other pinned
as if we had never loved or lust or ever sinned
your lips are eager and fast and demand
every resource to be used at my command
your underwear slips down around just one leg
as together hips locked we against other wedge
your breath is hot as Sirocco Summer wind
as together we begin to against the other grind
a thrusting throbbing rhythmic rush
in passion together we the other crush
such a sensual cliche we do hold
every part of body against other dissolve
and your cries are growing in pitch
as we about to cross Eros's ditch
then again heard a voice of please stop
and see a person with baggage cart
trying to get down this hotel corridor
we had forgotten ourselves again for sure
stumbling in our partial undress
we apologize and quickly progress
to the room for which you have a key
and closing door we are set forth to be free
all this sexual tension we have build
and still we carry without a skerrick of guilt
you hit the carpet couched on your knees
smiling and say doggy style if you please
and it takes me but a moment
to begin without any superfluous comment
our juices freely flowing make
this love making a great earth quake
holding hips and sliding deep
feel your nerves touched as they leap
unrestrained by no longer being in public place
we set forth eagerly again for that orgasmic grace
and you are yelling as if this is murder
and I am grunting as we escalate further
a mewling melded fucking coupling
the type of which the best lovers sing
almost lost from this world as almost there
when I hear those words for which I do not care
a voice distressed saying please stop
and I recognise your father by his top
and your mother is looking on aghast
and so close both we were to coming at last
as turns out your room on this trip you share
with your parents embarrassed who really care
and they understand you have an adult's lust
but would prefer you performed elsewhere if you must
because those stains from carpet may never come out
and the hotel management will rant and shout
about all this unrestrained licentious fucking around
so it was when I first met you when you came to town....
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A King Romance
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Posted:Mar 5, 2018 4:15 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2018 10:01 pm
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A King Romance
A normal mid-Western close to Atlantic town
when the fog comes rolling in
the pet cemetery is hidden
was the place from which you came
and despite the murders you knew no shame
the fact those were by that clown killed
never really something about you which me thrilled
or your old blood thirsty car which late at night
would growling wake me as I lay in sweaty fright
the fun filled circuses you enthusiastically did recall
all the performers are in the mass murderers honour hall
yet you were nice sweet and petite
even if so much raw meat you liked to eat
and how you used to go to lonely parks
and carried a blade that gave off sparks
maybe the warning signs were there all along
but my intuition has never been strong
in all the relationships I have had
always think the best and I am never sad
besides your breasts made me think of ripe fruit
which I would like to hold squeeze and group
those nipples tawny desired tongue
(and when you mentioned gallows)
I thought you appreciated how I was hung
and so it came to pass day
we found a deserted motel by a bay
you shrieked Beezlebub as you came
I thought that strange for an old boyfriend's name
and disappointed you did not use mine as well
because your orgasm seemed real not fake as far as I could tell
and your hair was like a wild flaxen sea
and on your body no scars I could see
and so when you said can I tie you up
I thought be impolite to not accept
with chains and marigolds you set me there
and then you sat and smoked on a chair
and the erotic soon turned to boredom
my messages to voicemails forwarding
as I couldn't reach my mobile phone
as I was tied up and with you alone
then the blade keen you showed to me
how nicked by cutting bones I could see
and when I asked when this game would end
and wondered if you were going around the bend
as you began to eat the toes from my feet
and in voices cruel and strange did violence speak
you then lopped off my favourite ear
and then I gave into my deepest fear
that perhaps in this relationship we had different goals
and you smiled wide and said you danced with ghouls
well I am modern and not against your lesbian trait
you said not girls it was with demons you would mate
well I am easy of thought and did not complain
though when you cut out my liver I felt some pain
because it was my heart I wished was not broke again
unsure now if we could ever be more than friends
and when the police smashed in the motel door
all those guns you think they were going to war
they said they saved me from a fate worst than death
as your mother is always a terrible house guest.
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May Be Askew
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Posted:Mar 5, 2018 3:06 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2018 9:53 pm
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May Be Askew
I heard the chains dragged past my door
in the window by my bed
saw a face that looked like death
and in my heart felt something break
my limbs are weak and my chest does ache
dehydrated from these tears I cried
as in my thoughts count times you lied
the dinners romantic I did not attend
the times your comments made me feel
we were not lovers not even friends
and such Judas kisses stale lard in my mouth
if I had a razor blade cut my lips straight out
carve into my forehead "here is a fool"
and lock all doors and windows seal
never my heart to anyone anymore reveal
and to you my cupid charlatan what should I do
this one so false who I once thought was true
lead you to a high high cliff
and there I would your body lift
but wait until the waves roll out
and I can see the sharp rocks about
and then I would cast your body down
and yell in fiendish glee as it hit the ground
I think my mind may be askew
all these things I think I would do to you
I would take your skin and peel it off
until you were just red pulpy and soft
drain your blood and make of it
a milkshake lovely and so thick
every gift you ever gave
I would crush or slash with a blade
and whenever my thoughts turn to you
I think of horses and their hooves turning to glue
for such a thought be more joyous
than this love you showed so porous
the treachery you practiced oh so well
where it began and ended I cannot tell
a viper or a spluttering fucking snake
of this loving person a cuckolded fool you did make
and so I think to hide here in my room longer
until my wounds heal and I am stronger
so when I look in that window near my bed
that mirror silver which shows my battered head
a smile afresh only I will set upon it
when I think of you drowning in your own vomit.
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To The Gutter
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Posted:Mar 4, 2018 10:34 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2018 2:46 am
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To The Gutter
Kiss me or kick me
out onto the street
there is no fire here
the hearth is dead
and so is your head
so full of nonsense
of noes not yes
I cannot conceive
how you so matured
to have a lack
of common commonsense
the stable door is open
every has bolted
those which might remain
would be in equine shame
for these dice were loaded
every card shaved
you were the con artist
I was your mark
and now you go
and I am left behind
and every thought of you
makes with rage blind
so kiss me or kick me
out onto the street
in the gutter I will live
and compared to being
together with you
the gutter will be
so sweet sweet sweet.
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To Find the Edge of You
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Posted:Mar 4, 2018 9:58 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2018 2:41 am
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To Find the Edge of You
To find the edge of you
together lying on this bed
sprawled across and along
together warmed by the other
fingers and hands tracing down
your flanks and limbs
and caressing belly and breast
this constant searching
without pause or without rest
to find the edge of you
is it here on your lips
beyond this kiss some greater bliss
the taste of your breath in mine
your kisses intoxicating as we entwine
more words wait on your tongue
but in this kiss all passion or none
the borders of which we might speak
overwhelmed as these kisses reap
to find the edge of you
is it where my fingers graze
feather strokes through a maze
of erogenous zones so alive
vibrating we are as begin to dive
submerging in total sensual sensation
each fresh touch a new revelation
drawing cabled lines from knee to thigh
hearing ecstasy in your peaking sigh
to find the edge of you
how your breathing changes
as your heartbeat rearranges
a jungle humidity invades this room
our red passion ignites the gloom
you are mine and I am yours
never perfect matching our flaws
pieces of a human enigma vast
touch its edges as at peak soar
together meld as we roar
and discover no edge to you
where you begin and end is me too
when I seek
to find the edge of you.
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In the Shadows of Your Smile
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Posted:Mar 1, 2018 4:43 pm
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2018 9:41 pm
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In the Shadows of Your Smile
In the shadows of your smile we kissed
as they placed the chairs on the tables
and outside the crowd ed for taxis
a hand at each other's waist
we slow turned to no music
except that within ourselves
the lights were going out
the bouncers showed us the door
and suddenly we were outside
thinking of another spin or
your lips on mine on edge of day
so long this night we ed
and such merriment in our souls
to find another with whom to turn
kissing in the shadows of your smile.
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this loving lustful dance.
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Posted:Feb 24, 2018 11:17 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2018 4:45 pm
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this loving lustful dance.
No time or much
still we are hasty
against the wall
legs around my hips
tugged my shirt off shoulders
your open blouse reveals
sweet succulent breasts
in sensual delight I plunder
these treasures of your chest
kissing sucking licking
loving how you moan
and grind your hips against
my each boneless limb
as hard as a walking stick
both of us ready to explode
kisses smearing lipstick
underwear at our knees
as we begin to rock
this rutting desperate need
grunting at each other
eyes a feral glance
the passion twisted moment
you are the perfect imperfect partner
the one I always choose
for the moment always made
when you are opposite me
in this loving lustful dance.
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Insignificant Ponderings
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Posted:Feb 23, 2018 12:38 am
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2018 11:11 pm
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Insignificant Ponderings
I have heard all the songs
dreamed of a ragtop mustang coupe on Route 66
listened to the sweet nothings of Hollywood
danced in the dark and looked for the girls
with the short skirts and brown boots
the ones with the far-away eyes
hair falling Niagara like
in blonde or brown or blue
and a high wattage smile
the stand on who could be the star
if someone would arrange
for the star to be knee-capped
which seems a little extreme
as we just met over coffee
and you might not be the dream
in fact maybe I need to look deeper
than finding someone guided by
the lyrics of songs and images of
the silver screen always aiming for
a box office top grossing hit
not an explanation of life
no wisdom or life answers supplied
would slow down the story line
or flatten the rhythm of the song
break the beat of the music
so I guess there is always alcohol
legal and non-legal drugs
and long walks on beach
wondering if shark attacks
occur three feet from the shore
and will the sharks bring a tape deck
playing the theme of Jaws
to give warning of their attack
or simply a song from West Side Story
and realising my thoughts are contaminated
by 20th Century music and movies.
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Only a Thought Away
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Posted:Feb 22, 2018 8:46 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2018 11:19 pm
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Only a Thought Away
You are always only a thought away
as I move through my busy day
a tingle waiting on my lips
The Sun reappearing after eclipse
the sigh of wind I hear at night
upon the storm tossed sea a lighthouse light
the passion for which I live
the reason why my heart can give
You are always only a thought away
as I move through my busy day
you are the night which brings sleep
the river of life into which I leap
you are all colours of rainbow bright
my morning noon and my night
you are the music I hear which lifts me
you are the beauty in the world I see
You are always only a thought away
as I move through my busy day
you are the place I would wish to end
when with busy world no more can contend
the smile which lights up my face
every reason to move with joy and grace
the ecstasy which gives me passion deep
the dream overcoming nightmares in my sleep
You are always only a thought away
as I move through my busy day
your kisses rich carry me forward
even when our words grow awkward
the caressing touch of my love near
at every moment brings me warmth and cheer
and best of all in every way
you are never further than a thought away.
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Never Seems to End Well (poetry) (off topic)
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Posted:Feb 21, 2018 5:03 pm
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2018 6:54 pm
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Never Seems to End Well
You say the are marching
that never seems to end well
they did once before
to support the Crusades
their intention to reach the Holy Lands
the march did not end well at all
if the are marching
likely some will die
and yet you say some already have
been killed where they stood
in terror at their hool
teachers gunned down trying to protect
these innocents from having blood shed
isn't hool a safe place
to learn the stories bright
gain fresh educational insight
watch the clock and desire
for longer hours of recess
the are marching
it will not end well
and when you say some are murdered
in their hool grounds slaughtered
happening every few days
the innocents gunned down
by those of unsound mind well armed
the message these marchers carry
to address legislators not in a hurry
you say the are marching
that never seems to end welll
but if the are being slaughtered
and the adults stand aside and say
there is nothing to be d
then I think this may already be hell.
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