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Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4553 Dec 1, 2012
Experience is good
but if you would allow me to train you
in the art of taboo us we I you
doing uninhibited moves positions
demonstrations and dereliction of convictions doing kinky imaginings with my body
slowly methodically
work me over and recreate me
like a mad scientist
stop to touch and
fine tune my passion
make my lust your slave
master the art of making
my back arch and toes curl
suck on my flesh like candy
talk to me
tell me how much you desire to own my orgasm
to cultivate my honey
stir in my juices of intellectual foreplay
whisper in my ear
narrate the navigation
of your hands over my skin
your mounting raging need
to penetrate my cerebral vortex
make me wet with verbiage
nouns and verbs conjunctions
to make me spin around and tremble
talk dirty to me
using adjectives and visual aids
touch me across my spine
down to the top of my ass
cup my cheeks and look at me
deep long stares
smile when you reach the point
of taking me deep
and then stop
to smell the roses
and savor the experience
then you can f uck me
anytime you like.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4554 Dec 1, 2012
Aching

Yearning

To repeat

Lust torched

Unleashed passion

Beguiling eyes

Reveal raw desire

Deft fingers

Strum feverishly

Eliciting sighs of craving

Tongue to tongue

Speaking a language

That needs no words

Sweat and juices

Pool together

Belly to belly

Swollen nipple to mouth

As tracing tongue

Traverses surging shaft

Primal union

Culminating in ecstasy

Harder

Faster

Soaring

Slower

Lingering

Tingling

Aching

Yearning

To repeat

Lust torched

Unleashed passion

Once more

“Im Your Friend”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Always Will Be

#4555 Dec 1, 2012
You can only let somone throw so many stones at you before you pick them all up put them together and build a wall to keep them from doing it again.!!!!
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4556 Dec 1, 2012
Where Water
Comes Together
With Other Water

No bigger
than exclamation points
they are oblivious

to my mug
as they combine
on top of her lines

“She covers
his fingers
with kisses.”

In all societies
love is transitory—
so pleasure

your mate
before the page
is turned

and pressed.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4557 Dec 1, 2012
I copulate your verb,

and thrust the noun to swerve so sweet

and plant my feet like roots in dirt

the sweat inside my boots like juice

between my toes is cloryphyllic:

feeling,filling,phallic,sexy.. .

slowing,moaning,silly,sensual. ..

pumping blood into the budding

stamen frothing abyss labia

nothing pushing pulsing pussy,

popping,slapping,slopping,warm ing,

feeling,seeing,hearing,smellin g,

coming coming coming coming.

breathing breathing breathing breathing,

yes yes yes yes

oh oh oh oh

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god

“Im Your Friend”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Always Will Be

#4558 Dec 1, 2012
Letters start with ABC,numbers start with 123, Music starts with Do Ra Mi and love starts with you and me!!!!!
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4559 Dec 1, 2012


As a flower that has

Beautiful wings that

Drift art into the absent

Space----

As a tiny glow worm

That lights the giant

Of the night’s sky ---

As the wood pecker’s

Incessant pecking

On a tree like drift

Wood art ---

As an art of the

Earth worm, that

Remains true to the

Earth, glued into its

Frescoes of rejuvenating

The earth ----



I remain glued to you

Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4560 Dec 1, 2012
You left your body in applause ---

Waiting and Wanting and Wishing,

May be it’s the feeling it evokes,

Mesmeric call of intimacy…

A dream lasts like a long distance call---

A voyage reminds the voices have lived,

Intermingled, and assured of deeper feeling;

A seduction like a live wire remains

After the voices have intimately made love…

Voices---they cut off abruptly----

Credits kill them!

Intimacy remains on lips in the loins,

Intimacy pierces the heart

and swells It with blood….

Love lasts through voices---

Evoked, refulgent and poetic

Like hibernetic chronicles!

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#4561 Dec 1, 2012
Knight DeVine wrote:
You left your body in applause ---
Waiting and Wanting and Wishing,
May be it’s the feeling it evokes,
Mesmeric call of intimacy…
A dream lasts like a long distance call---
A voyage reminds the voices have lived,
Intermingled, and assured of deeper feeling;
A seduction like a live wire remains
After the voices have intimately made love…
Voices---they cut off abruptly----
Credits kill them!
Intimacy remains on lips in the loins,
Intimacy pierces the heart
and swells It with blood….
Love lasts through voices---
Evoked, refulgent and poetic
Like hibernetic chronicles!
Adrian, You make my heart SMILE!!! The chicks of Offbeat think you are COOL CAT!!!
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4562 Dec 2, 2012
Colorado Chick wrote:
<quoted text> Adrian, You make my heart SMILE!!! The chicks of Offbeat think you are COOL CAT!!!
Thanks Sweetie,
tell 'em, sit here and listen up.
Any number of awful things could
happen to anyone of us.

What I usually do is
choose just one.
Play it out in my head for days
like episodes of a TV series which only
I see.

I write the script.
When it comes to worry, baby,
I'm ambitious.
All I need is a symptom of some
sort and the rest writes itself;
tests, results, tears, hugs...

All I need is a symptom of some
sort,
an hour unaccounted-for or
misinterpreted words.
Then the ideas start to flow.

I'm ambitious.
I've got the prime-time shows.
There I'll be, not visibly
Trembling, but inside shaking
from side to fearful side.

I'll be captivated by it.
Consumed.
I'll have no choice but to keep
tuning in.

Any number of awful things
could happen to anyone of us.
And there are many doing
something similar.
Playing out their worries
and fears in their heads.

Knowledge of it doesn't help.
But I wonder, do they put as
much effort into it as I do ?

Like I said, I'm ambitious,
I'm going for the big money.
Hoping for the one big break
Rockin' with the Offbeat Crew.

Like I said darlin'.... so are you !
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4563 Dec 2, 2012
From pain of long disease
the face is spider-webbed.
Below the waist, the ebbed
flesh has contracted to
thin shadow-shapes, and these
shaped shadows peter out
in nothings, in grey dream...

Above the waist there sprout
things bushy, things that seem
like thin thickets of bamboo.
The rotted hands are thin
and every piece and part -
lips, knees and nails and heart,
are smashed and battered in.

The moon is up today.
The day-moon in the sky
with sickly feeble ray,
dim as an unlit candle.
And somewhere far away,
lifting its muzzle high
a great white dog gives tongue...

From desolation wrung
its desolation flows
along the empty road,
cry upon anguished cry.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4564 Dec 2, 2012
Doggy me
she said
Because in this position
I feel you best
and I'm reassured you crave me
ass up, head down
and I don't feel as married
not that I have much guilt
when it comes to taking in
all your inches deeper still
while the past week's thoughts
sexual aggressions are carried out
inside of me
breathing in the smell of your cotton sheets
while my knees dig into your carpet
fingers kneading your pillow
(how did I end up like this again?)
that I'll leave my scent on
for you to use later tonight
when you stroke one off in remembrance.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4565 Dec 2, 2012
Not until the dark night sings to you
Of day's light and the sweet sound of bird's song

Rings true of the sight of the green grass
And the tired pasture's touch of the sun's hand

And the clouds feel nought
But the frost bite shall you begin

To speak of the love's joy
Vibrating through your timed flesh.

Not until the death's breath tells
Of longed for loves and the bruise of reason

Blues into the hollow eyes
And the foul taste of dark deeds

Bleeds in the bile of the emptying wound
And the last kiss on the traitor's brow

Shall you begin to scream of the love's joy
Echoing through your opening soul.

Not until the spilling seed drowns
And all the tongues of torment cease to toll

And the winds of change echoing down
The stillborn valley ride to their end

And each and every dark-dawned day
Wakens with a black-haired whore

Shall you begin to sing of the love's joy
Pulsating through your deep blessed veins.

Not until the spent eyes dream
Of heaven's bliss and deaf ears, hear

The angel's harp and the swaggering hip
Drags like a broken hope

And each and every blue-eyed girl
Moans of her vacant womb and the torn babe's cry

And all the spinning lies
Ride off to their doom

Shall you begin to shout of the joy's love
Gliding through your secret heart.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4566 Dec 2, 2012
I heard tell once that
The universe, all of it,
Was the result of a
Conflict between fire
And ice,
But I believe it’s
Between intelligence
And ignorance,
Perfection,
And fallibility,
Between
Transcendence
And lies,
Between the creation
We are privy to,
And what is beyond,
Between
The fiction of reality
And the truth fighting
It’s way through the
Hog shit piled high.

I heard tell once that
The world is fair, kind,
Perhaps even just,
But we all know that’s
A lie, when the mind’s eye
Is flawed, how else can
It be.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4567 Dec 2, 2012
I see you drip into another misery--

I'm sorry to say but pure pleasure for me
as warm beads of the morning shower
drip down your spine, gather at your lower back
to a wet tongue down your thigh.

and I find you breathtaking.

but it's there.

I know it's back.

the sadness
waving flags behind your eyes.

you tell me not to feed you.

to allow the aphasia time to hunger.

and I want your mouth so badly
your words to yell or to whisper or to denounce
the always heavy girl of your every thought.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love

but not enough to starve the young thing
the pigtailed freckled beauty
sleeping below your skin--

you wrap a towel quickly around your nudity
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4568 Dec 2, 2012
I wanted to tell you about the jeweled orbs
the juice
the sticky nectarine feast
the sangria sky

I wanted to sing you a song
of cold deep plunge
swimming in the spring stars
the shivering
the floating like flying

I wanted to bring you
a pink and purple and yellow bouquet
show you my parade
give you my surplus

But I was stuck in traffic
with news of war and injustice
the usual degradations
so I come to you reduced
a sad shadow
requesting a cold beer
and the darkest corner

“Im Your Friend”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Always Will Be

#4569 Dec 2, 2012
The way you make me feel is something I cant even explain!!!!
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4570 Dec 2, 2012
Round the storm winds
Blow, with the peculiar
Violence that only nature
Is privy to, something
Like a revolution to
The natural order,
Destroying the landscape
To bring forth something new,
Because the old ways
Cannot last forever.

It is the unseen empire
Whose influence lasts
Through the centuries,
Whose aim is to twist
Human nature to its
Whims, but one day,
Perhaps soon, we will
Grow wise to chains
Unfelt around our necks,
Cast them to our feet,
Storm into the sleeping
Masters' chambers
And paint the walls with
Their blood and leave
Their houses in flames,
Realize responsibility
For destiny is in our hands,
Because the old ways
Cannot last forever.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4571 Dec 2, 2012
No, no, the ring heightens the pleasure, boy,
its bite is meant to help you find the joy
manifest in pain; it helps me too, of course,
keeps you in a manly way once the source
of your sanguinity’s been forgotten.
Don’t cry; I too was an ugly, rotten,
spoiled little snipe once, thighs shut so tight
not even a flea could wriggle in quite
far enough to snatch a bite—but then I met
the sweet-tongued charioteer, and he set
me straight about men and women: how each fat
finger, each gnawed and broken nail that
shone pink through the cracks, even the moist, white
centers of both my palms could excite
him; and as his lips grazed from each to each
softly, well, yes, I believed he could teach
me things about love. And so he did,
and so I know: that to endure, we must bid
for the right to cause one another such
pain as human love is; that its touch
is craved by all; that with practice, your
nails can grow hard and sharp—before
long, you too will understand, my sweet:
See? Even now your joy drips on the sheet.

(These ladies must have pillows,
And beds by strangers wrought;
Give me a bower of willows
Of moss and leaves unbought.)

—Campion, "I Care Not For These Ladies"
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4572 Dec 2, 2012
Touch me
when I'm not looking.
Touch me
when you think
I'm asleep.

I try to hide
my quivering eyelids
for they want to open
and show
the presence of you.

Just as you believe
I am drifting
further into ‘somnia,
I relax and let go
having faith
in your intentions.

Your skin on me

skin on skin
quivering flesh
and tenderness.
I cannot help
but squirm
a little
and my disguise of sleep
is no longer
in session.

Barely recognizing
I'm fully awake
and hoping to stay
out from the covers.

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