heavy plastic?
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Posted:Jan 31, 2008 8:46 am
Last Updated:Feb 1, 2008 10:16 am
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No I'm not holding up, this 600 lb plastic injection mold, but It looks like I am,one of my assioates snapped this with a cell phone,while I was steading it. and sent it to me,cute huh.
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Winterlude
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Posted:Jan 30, 2008 9:56 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2008 7:43 am
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Come to me!
On a cold dark night,
With a full moon howling
In the clear Pennsylvania sky.
Walk with me.
On the lake trail
Where the footprints are few
In the woods near the shore.
Come with me!
We'll break the frigid silence
With giggles and gasps
And heartbeats melding into one.
Lay down with me.
We'll share a blanket of snow
The hurried heat of primal passion
And the boldness of a winterlude.
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Body Walking
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Posted:Jan 29, 2008 6:40 am
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2008 9:03 am
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Fingertips
ghost-gliding the bumpy mile of your spine.
Body-walking
slipping down the sweat-slick arch,
into the untouched valley between your quaking hills.
You promised
anything, anywhere, everything.
You said
Just take.
So I am
taking all, taking you.
Don't hold your breath,
I have only begun.
Going to explore
till every inch of you knows my name.
Going to body-walk
until the only way you can speak is with trembles and gasps.
No is not an option,
Not there, unspeakable.
Tie you down if I must.
You did say, just take.
But look at me!
I'll just hold you with my smile.
Mapping in my memory,
charting every moan
of what is mine.
Maybe only for a moment ‒
but I plan to leave my imprint,
stake my claim ‒
leave a Dragon's breath burn
with my whisper touch.
Fingertips aren't the only travelers,
I have lips and teeth and tongue
eager to explore you too.
Going to body-walk
until you almost break,
then take you deep in my
dragon heart where it's safe.
You reveal your inner soul to me
as dying sun slips, betwixt sky and lake.
Passion wanes and while I sleep, you steal
away, beheld by a maudlin moon.
you were mine to take
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Voyeur
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Posted:Jan 29, 2008 6:23 am
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2008 8:25 am
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I watch his hand slide,
Slow and conscious, down the front
Of her hot flesh…
The hills and valleys
Of her breasts shiver
At his seductive touch.
I watch his lips part,
Slow and needy, see his tongue
Slip out between, the tip
A hard, moist point
Of need and lust,
Anticipating tastes.
I watch her hips rise,
Swift and hard, up to the
Hand that circles her
Wet center of desire…
Riding insubstantial air
In search of home.
I watch her eyes stare,
Stunned and ready, at the touch
Of knowing fingers on her bead,
Her nexus of delight,
Then close, as eager tongue
Takes on the aching heart.
I watch their bodies join,
At hip and thigh, at breast
And chest, at heart and soul…
Deep thrusts into the well...
Deep welcome, trembling sigh…
Unbearable, the final, sweet,sated
release
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Heartwood
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Posted:Jan 25, 2008 5:57 am
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2008 6:16 am
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No bright match,
no bold bonfire,
I am not a flash hot heat.
No fall leaf
burst to shock the senses,
no soft wood
wild fire burn.
I am heartwood
slow turn to ember
and hot coal
under your fingertips.
I am expanding energy
and deepening temperature.
My passion does not burn through and out,
but ever slowly deeper
with a heat
that could warm a woman
for a lifetime.
I am not
forest fires
and lightening strikes.
I am core earth
Lava.
Tides rising,
I crack the ground
and turn to steam the hot insistent
licking of the ocean.
Do not be deceived
by the low delicate blue flame
that barely lifts from my skin.
I will Mark you,
brand your heart.
My life is consumed,
not merely endured.
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permissiom slip
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Posted:Jan 25, 2008 5:29 am
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2008 9:19 am
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I eriedragon4 allow bustybettyboop to use a link to my main profile photo and a link to my profile with my name in it for the purpose of networking, communication, and creating fun and games on the website. To be used in blogs, email and groups. I realize that getting my name out there is a way to increase my odds of finding like minded people I want to talk to.
Signed Eriedragon4 Date 01/ 25/ 08
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lost page
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Posted:Jan 24, 2008 8:35 am
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2008 5:26 am
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As the snow falls I settle into
a familiar chair. Feet tucked, warm
fingers flip aged pages, a calling from deep
within to step outside my slow minded
tendencies.
An encircling harmony
houses my inhibitions. Sipping wine,
selecting which lotion,
Satisfying, smooth, long strokes,
massage tired muscles into waking up.
Feeling that sensual pool, pick up,
and slide down. Deviating fingers
divulge hidden secrets, too long
forgotten.
Tingling skin, teased by tracing hearts,
and silent "I love you's "tattooed in
by mimed fingers. From hips to thighs,
I pencil in slow circles, mapping out
every touch, she ever made. Twin digits
stroke, please, pamper and prepare
a save point, another memory
for a distant cold day. When her memory
perchances a visit, with a sensual kiss,
on another long cold night, when she
is no longer near. Four legs
and a feather cushion are indented
by two willing, wanting bodies
from a slow grind with deep
penetrating strokes, round,
slide.
Held close, in my lovers
arms. We, bare as the trees
outside, twin each leaf's fall
with another stroke, taking
it's place. Playing, groaning
moans of eroticism, encourage
more. Clear window panes witness,
a wet, rough, slow
sweet loving and lingering visions
take root.
Until this day, as I again, lethargically
retake each lustfull move, to save
and share. One lost days
encampment, from one lonely chair,
to the turning of another long,
lost page ....
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dawn
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Posted:Jan 18, 2008 5:47 am
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2008 3:10 am
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Tangled in sheets,
desperate to be quiet,
I fight for silence against my body that wants to cry out in joy.
You wind your hand in my hair and jerk my head backward,
and press my cock deep into your yielding body.
Arm wrapped around me,
your hand anchors me at a shoulder adorned with bruises.
I gasp out and capture sound in my teeth,
biting down hard to keep it in,
leaving a mark on my arm
that I will later claim is your doing.
In the room full of sleeping people
my hand digs in where it grips the hotel mattress,
thin sheets pulled taunt.
I gasp
and hear the wet sounds of our bodies together.
The deep rumble of others sleeping,
roars like cicadas
in my ears.
In this moment,
all of who I am is yours
and I am captive in the hot slide
of your body
onto mine.
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Bad boy
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Posted:Jan 17, 2008 10:30 am
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2008 3:39 am
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You might have thought that
A man who toys with verbs, like another man flexes his mussles,
faced nose to nose
with you,
full of lust,
would bubble the air with his heated phrases,
and abundant smut.
What must you think of me?
When you ask me
to express
my wicked thoughts
and I laugh
and blush.
and turn my face away.
A man who could wax poetic with pen in hand
about the color and line of your skirt,
who uses language to sport like a satyr,
silent.
That same man
flushed
throat closed
is barely able to smile at you as you tease him
overwhelmed with intense longing.
No fluid sonnets,
no vile and wanton enticements rise to his curled tongue.
No words come out at all.
My lips rest against each other like traitors
as my heart dips and flies, soaring reckless in my chest.
My ears pound, my throat heats, I am your mute poet.
My thoughts tangle in a helpless pile like my pants at my feet.
I cover silky words with my toes,
and feel them licking my arches.
Say you are a bad boy.
I laugh.
I cannot.
Your voice is warm and animal.
All right, say you are a naughty boy then.
I mina bird back to you what you have asked for,
as unoriginal as a pull string doll,
aware of the ridiculousness of both the words you ask for,
and how challenging it is for me to find voice for them.
You draw me to you,
and take us both into other spaces that have no words,
blessed freedom.
Little spiders in dusty corners
bear witness to our brazenness.
The clock sighs.
The curtain ripples with longing,
responsive to the attentions of the space heater.
Late,
I feel,
the delicate tickle of language.
Your breath deep and slow rises and falls before me,
I am peaceful
and sated.
I am a bad boy.
The words you ask for
are whispered as secrets against your skin.
My punctuation, defined with feather light touches.
Love paints with breath.
I give you,
your words
unable to deny you
anything and still sleep.
My toes tuck under the covers,
and I rest against your silky and reliable back.
My dreams
are sweet.
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Breath-taking kisses
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Posted:Jan 13, 2008 1:20 am
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2008 10:18 am
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Give me breath-taking kisses
running your fingers through my hair
as you hold me tightly against you
our bodies flowing together
the tightness of breath
that constricts my chest
as my common sense tumbles away.
caress me senseless
till I move against you with abandon
and you control my body more than me
with a sweep of your fingers
I rise to your touch
and I'll take you as my own
as my cries rise to the skies,
and mix with your moans
love me like fire
stoked with passionate wind
flames bright against the dark
to always light the way
till embers in the hearth
glow softly with calm warmth
and your kisses still take my breath away.
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red (unfinished )
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Posted:Jan 11, 2008 4:25 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 8:16 pm
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My first glace revealing
The sun on her crimson hair
Setting it ablaze
As it fell
Onto her soft, white shoulder
The pale pink shades
Of her skimpy tank top
Struggling to subdue the swell of her chest
Her exposed stomach did tantalize
Her skirt sat on her hips
A stray summer breeze
Revealed more than she wished
As she walked
The sunlight behind her
Hinting at the delights
Hidden within the folds of her skirt
My thoughts quickly turned
From her burning red hair
To a blazing desire
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Good Morning My Love
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Posted:Jan 10, 2008 2:41 am
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2008 12:51 am
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Moments before
the stars fall out
to another tempting rise,
I awaken
with you.
Long golden locks,
In inches of 23+, and me-
all in the entirety,
spun softly like a quilt
covering your shoulders
and breasts,
with my face to rest
in the contour
of your warm body.
Sleepish lids flutter,
and I, in utter bliss
to kiss,
you-
Your full pouting lips,
in search of where
I fell asleep,
you deep-
and pacifying my dreams.
I hear your
whispers,whimpers
and soft morning moans,
as you awake
the sunrise,graces your
Orchid swollen and full-wet
delicious
and I, ever so thirsty.
Good Morning My Love.
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this magic moment
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Posted:Jan 8, 2008 4:37 am
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2008 2:25 am
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He is watching as
she looks and she blushes....
seeing the emotion on her face
and watches where it rushes.
heat fills her cheeks
and slide sinfuly down her neck...
as his lips brush her ear
and hold there for a sec.
low rumbling whispers
send goosebumps all over...
hand brushing her breasts as he
pulls away the cover.
breath starts to quicken
his hands and his mouth are everywhere
thrusts and moans getting louder
cries for god mingle with low moans
and lustfull tears
over the edge
and crashing together
collapsing and breathless
tightly holding on to forever
light kisses over her face
knowing that he at least sent
all the hurt she had away
if only for a moment,..
this magic moment
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