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#4636 Dec 5, 2012
Very nice
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4637 Dec 5, 2012
There are dogs with human voices,
birds that never fly
clawing beneath ice
of a frozen lake.

Sometimes a white sheet is nothing,
a stone that presents no heart.

Yet, in this draping appears
a soft growth, delicate push,
a gentle arc

that says what is missing
is only a weapon, and only a weapon
has something hollow in the heart.

It takes only a scissors edge
to free angel or ghost, who all need
the same little holes for eyes.

Hear the hush ventriloquism.

In circles, minute echoes
of a little boy's smile
there is a distance,

a short cut through the mess.
The white horizon as ladder
to climb over a space
between stiff limbs.

Such profiles turn gently in the light,
palming a little girl's face
for some peace of circumference,

the long way around the problem.
A breath
leading in and out
of the snow,
footprints that really go somewhere.

There is a point where a circle
becomes imperfect,

where it cannot, on its own,
imagine life or death,

a hole so large
direction fails to appear curved.

Hear their hushed ventriloquism

determined towards a silhouette
they think appears
only behind them,

that the body is not a weapon
they throw themselves upon
with each step.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4638 Dec 5, 2012
There is no clean way
to open a new wing with a blade,
no pure vein cut
to starve the body
from its tomb.

*

Bending in half
is a leaning towards flying.

*

When you meet your equal,
there is a wedding

to better heed the sheets
your feelings draw pictures on.

*

When you meet your twin,
there is a funeral
in your palms,

to set sail the boats
that stare into sunsets, first kisses,
and conversations,

should some of these things
seem too sad.

*

Neither have a center
to Heaven or Hell.

*
Direction cannot make a valley
that is not at the same time
an unseen mountain.

*

Everyone a cupboard, an open grave.
Everyone a nest, an upright urn
waiting to hold the trajectory
of both the living and the dead.

*

Those who recognize this love
begin with the pure sound
of a train in the distance,

forming it into a butterfly
weeping in an hourglass

or a paper box, feeding its own flame.

*

Those who fall in love first
only hear the rains fingers,
smoothing out the lines
and furrows of their lives.

For to see each drop

*

making a way
where the other could never follow
is impossible.

*

Until it is winter,
and the rain unfolds
their parachutes,

*

softly and simply.

“Just a lil' humor there.....”

Since: Sep 12

OR NOT .... <[;-)

#4639 Dec 5, 2012
Knight DeVine wrote:
She said divorce
was her idea and that
they'd been together
twenty years
she said she wanted
a new life
now she's online
chatting to guys like me
who want to know
what she's wearing
how big her titties are
does she swallow
has she got any 'pictures'
is it still tight
and after
short conversations
following a few texts
she'll be meeting guys
maybe married guys
just strangers
who have wooed her
with lies
who only want
to f@ck her
in an inexpensive
hotel room
and then leave
as soon
as they can
the memory of
her happiness
on her wedding day
forgotten
as she starts her
new life
Some of it is distasteful for some.
Don't read it.
Stay out of his threads with your HATE.
Just sayin'.
Your HATE is who You are -- Stop judging
The MAN.

GET OVER IT already and move on.
PEACE

Hello Knight DeVine
I wish you well.
:)
Trish
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4640 Dec 5, 2012
It was a spring day, a day for a lay, when the air
Smelled like a locker-room, a day to blow or get blown;
Returning from lunch I turned my corner and there
On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone.


I glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined
A forceful torso, the light-blue denims divulged
Much. I observed the snug curves where they hugged the behind,
I watched the crotch where the cloth intriguingly bulged.


Our eyes met. I felt sick. My knees turned weak.
I couldn't move. I didn't know what to say.
In a blur I heard words, myself like a stranger speak
"Will you come to my room?" Then a husky voice, "O.K."


I produced some beer and we talked. Like a little boy
He told me his story. Present address: next door.
Half Polish, half Irish. The youngest. From Illinois.
Profession: mechanic. Name: Bud. Age: twenty-four.


He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along
The back of my sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck
The blond hairs on the wrist near my head. His chin was strong.
His mouth sucky. I could hardly believe my luck.


And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart.
I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh.
His reply was to move closer. I trembled, my heart
Thumped and jumped as my fingers went to his fly.


I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there.
I sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge
Of the basket I asked for. I came to warm flesh then to hair.
I went on. I found what I hoped. I groped. It was large.


He responded to my fondling in a charming, disarming way:
Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt.
And lolled back, stretching his legs. His pants fell away.
Carefully drawing it out, I beheld what I held.


The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft
With perfectly beveled rim of unusual weight
And the friendliest red. Even relaxed, the shaft
Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate


Singular powers of extension. For a second or two,
It lay there inert, then suddenly stirred in my hand,
Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do.
And then with a violent jerk began to expand.

By soundless bounds it extended and distended, by quick
Great leaps it rose, it flushed, it rushed to its full size.
Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick,
A royal column, ineffably solemn and wise.


I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze.
I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob.
I stroked it from top to bottom. I got on my knees.
I lowered my head. I opened my mouth for the job.


But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced
His shoes. He removed his socks. Stood up. Shed
His pants altogether. Muscles in arms and waist
Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head.


I scanned his tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown
Trunk against white shorts taut around small
Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down.
I tore off my clothes. He faced me, smiling. I saw all.


The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out
With a slight flare upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw
An odd little nod my way. From the slot of the spout
Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.


The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man,
A tangle of curls and whorls, luxuriant but couth.
Except for a spur of golden hairs that fan
To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth........
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4641 Dec 5, 2012
Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs,
The firm vase of his sperm, like a bulging pear,
Cradling its handsome glands, two herculean eggs,
Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.


We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch,
All fact contact, the attack and the interlock
Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch
Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.


Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine
Person between and closed on it tight as I could.
The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.
Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood.


I stroked the lobes of his ears, the back of his head
And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact
Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed.
Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the act.


Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled. My lips
Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes
Assessed the chest. I caressed the athletic hips
And the slim limbs. I approved the grooves of the thighs.


I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit. I sniffed
The subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste
Of its hot hollow. My fingers began to drift
On a trek of inspection, a leisurely tour of the waist.


Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.
Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick,
But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed
Its pleading need by a pretty imploring kick.


"Shall I rim you?" I whispered. He shifted his limbs in assent.
Turned on his side and opened his legs, let me pass
To the dark parts behind. I kissed as I went
The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to his arse.


Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in
Down the shaggy slopes. I came to the puckered goal.
It was quick to my licking. He pressed his crotch to my chin.
His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed in his hole.


His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked
His legs and lay panting, hot as a teen-age boy.
Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get sucked,
Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy.


I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare
From scrotum level. Sighting along the underside
Of his cock, I looked through the forest of pubic hair
To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and wide.


I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat
Sutures of the capacious bag. I adored the grace
Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat
Up to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face.


Slipping my lips round the Byzantine dome of the head,
With the tip of my tongue I caressed the sensitive groove.
He thrilled to the trill. "That's lovely!" he hoarsely said.
"Go on! Go on!" Very slowly I started to move....
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4642 Dec 5, 2012
Gently, intently, I slid to the massive base
Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down
In the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace
Inch by inch the smooth way to the throbbing crown.


Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come
As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls.
I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls.


I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow,
And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered "Oh!"
As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.


Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock,
Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside.
The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock.
He melted into what he felt. "O Jesus!" he cried.


Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick
Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat.
His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me, rich and thick,
His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet after jet.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4643 Dec 5, 2012
PESCreate wrote:
<quoted text>
Some of it is distasteful for some.
Don't read it.
Stay out of his threads with your HATE.
Just sayin'.
Your HATE is who You are -- Stop judging
The MAN.
GET OVER IT already and move on.
PEACE
Hello Knight DeVine
I wish you well.
:)
Trish
Hi Trish....read your valedictory on the previous pages.....thank you.....one day, perhaps, who can tell.....stranger things have happened.

I take little or no notice of my detractors, lead by that lame- brain maligner Laura-Beth......."They could detract little from so solid an argument."
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4644 Dec 5, 2012
She walked along the promenade
With a prolonged gestation of pounding thoughts
The sun was dying spreading blood in the western sea

The sea cried silently ….
By rolling her head over the shore

The sky mourned by covering dark
Clouds around it
The Wild wind chimed the death knoll!

She walked along the promenade looking at the sky
The waves of thoughts impregnated and
Pounded in her cognitive ocean of emotional channels…
The stars scattered like silver flowers
In respect of the day’s demise

She looked at the serene sky in surprise
She looked up the face of the new born moon

There she found many of the little faces, who
left her behind to face the reality of the cruel life!
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4645 Dec 5, 2012
Your eyes glowing in city rain sidewalk
night speak love to me.
They speak love to me.

Our romance in words bounces off
the familiar audio backdrop hum,
traffic sounds of downtowns anywhere.

We could just be anywhere
and it is everywhere
with your kiss hunting eyes glowing on me.

Your eyes glowing and my heart on fire darling.

It's the way you smile coy at me.
The beast I know my man to be.
How they are both equally,
authentically,
She.
I need them both equally,
desperately.
We.

The cadence when I say to you
You're beautiful
can move the wind
with the rhythm of your hips,
the force of ships,
in storm.

You're beautiful
Losing your breath mid-sentence;
I know the truth
in that one lost breath.

How the thought of you,
just the very thought of you,
inspires me.

Keeps desire alive in me.
Is demanding so I have to be
the man who is me.

The man god made for woman like She;
this he.

We dip and flow.
We move gracefully.

We beat box cardboard sidewalk
ghetto blaster on shoulder cool.

We opera and Yo-Yo Ma
upper echelon sophisticated smooth love.

This thing, this We, is meant to be.
This love arriving suddenly.

This woman is proof of god to me.

You and I and Sunday’s lover,

I do pray.

“Halloween Coming Soon !!!!”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

.....Trick Or Treat .....

#4646 Dec 5, 2012
Forgive others,not because they deserve forgiveness but because you deserve peace...

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#4647 Dec 5, 2012
Princess Hey wrote:
Forgive others,not because they deserve forgiveness but because you deserve peace...
Soooo DEEP...Princess Hey..but so TRUE...HOW Are YA ROCKIN' today????

“Halloween Coming Soon !!!!”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

.....Trick Or Treat .....

#4648 Dec 5, 2012
hey CC Im good...and yourself??

Only 2 things can change a womans mood.I love you and 50% discount...:O)found this and couldnt resist.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4649 Dec 5, 2012
Immorality has incarcerated
My concentration
Cynical thoughts raging
Darkness awakens with lunacy
Disavow away to a lifeless residue
How can a man untrue attain himself?
Diabolical tactics
Twisting with no sudden moves
Chances to convert
As another being cleanses a bewildered soul
Tomorrow crease
Figures to be washed
Into ghostly purities of gold
May the spirits spare amuse of confusion

Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4650 Dec 5, 2012
and now she'll just work harder.

sweat dripping from every pore, from every crease in her skin and every bend of her bones.

she will become what she has always wanted to be: strong.

her hair is becoming lighter.

one by one, the wavy hairs on her tanned head are being bleached by the sun.

her skin smells like memories of shores and of heat and of bathing suits.

she smells beautifully.

and as her skin tans her smile stretches across her face, beaming and bright.

her stomach is shrinking, her arms are muscular.

she finds new outlets for sadness and rage in pushups and squats.

she lifts weights for fun and does sit-ups to feel the burn of her life slipping away.

she needs new clothes, her old ones don't fit right.

or maybe they fit the way they were always supposed to.

she buys new shirts, new shorts.

she feels good about herself.

and then she breaks and her arms are weak and her legs won't move.

she scratches at her sides, long red marks across her too thick frame.

her thighs are fat and she knows it.

her hair is frizzy and she knows it.

her back is cracked and bent in half and she knows it.

and now she'll just work harder.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4651 Dec 5, 2012
We are apart
but the memory of this time
this very time this hour
a week ago
last week in fact
so vivid fresh
it must be true
no idle dream
or fancy’s flight
but oh so very real
and very true ...

naked on our bed you lie
for me to draw to sketch
I let my hand and
pads of fingers five
describe those shadows
your body forms and folds -
that dark dark space beyond
your folded arm and resting breast
and then a plateau next
the smooth persuasive lowlands
of your bottom’s rise and just
before descent miraculously
a crease (as if from nowhere) forms
and runs and disappears
deep deep deep into the depths
between your thighs .....


... and then to gaze
at the kind disorders of your hair
hair in which I love to lose my nose
and feel my eye-lids stroked and kissed
by twists and sudden unexpected curls
(and maybe find an ear and with
the tongue’s most tentative touch)
the confluence the turbulence the trace
and thread of nature’s line and stem ...


Know with the mind’s eye
&#8203;these forms I hold entire
and all the while your beauty’s
&#8203;gentle song plays on
&#8203;looping forever in the mind’s ear
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4652 Dec 5, 2012
Cease the peace.
We tease ourselves
with every crease on this paper;
we call our lives.
Folding in ourselves
to make better
when we can do better.

Decrease the least pleasant day
from your mind, only this time
you’ll find a piece of paper, within you.
Written with words.

Not monosyllabic expressions
Of yes, no, and may-be, so

There will now be phrases that erase the seclusion.
Creating, and not copying
Leading, not following

And finally realizing
Humanity is at a loss
A loss from this paper
That is not glossy
Cause it should reflect
Who we are
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4653 Dec 5, 2012
Lust lines crease
Your serpentine eyes
Slits of desire
Smooth and quiet
Not quite
Brash and rough and wet and messy
Thrown together in a backseat
Lust lines crease
My face
From falling asleep on the
Seatbelt
Red and puckered
An echo of other images
Remnants of the meshing
Lust lines crease
Your tousled limbs
Form fitting cloth
Whoops. Not yours
Trade and cover the lust lines
Make up on both of us.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#4654 Dec 5, 2012
From all around
They come crawling like crease on the bed sheet
Deeply plunged in me, I
Have held a corner a bit higher with my teeth
I should lift my self too
But my abdomen is heavy
And navel is tied
---
After shower
It is ecstatic to burst into flames
Long hairs falling on the ear
Feels like roots in the head
You can fall out if you shake it off
You are constantly transforming
Weed, rug, beats etc. etc.
---
Now you are expert
In how to walk on water with your nose closed
It is dangerous to keep your foot in the ring
Hoping for walls made out of flammable dust
There is spark in the snap of fingers
Dark cold in the chest
Speed is like snail
Slowly slowly
Ejaculation is natural
---
After the morning yawn
Everywhere falls very delicate leaves
I want to treasure them
I'll put them under my pillow
Tiring courting of night is sitting beside
At the end i counted total spinal vertebra,
Total was twenty-two
Still I needed help to wrap my leg around
'Limitless' saying waves you up on high oscillation
Loneliness is blissful
Silence is for you to fill
You are allowed to catch your breath if you can
---
You have to loose width of your chest
In attempts to be singular
There is ally full of black color
Red at twilight
Glowing silver at midnight
They come to see, from far countries
And some princess dips her legs in
You start dripping from her heel
Just like a sweat
You have to leave your blackness on her body
Cause only white sweat is allowed here
She gives you a mesmerizing kiss
You keep unfolding it
With both your hands between legs
Both legs are in north and south
And navel.........

Navel is already tied.

“Halloween Coming Soon !!!!”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

.....Trick Or Treat .....

#4655 Dec 5, 2012
If You're not being treated with love and respect, check your price tag.Perhaps you have marked yourself down.Its you who tell people what you're worth by what you accept.Get off the clearance rack and get behind the glass where they keep the valuables. Bottom line value yourself more.If you dont no one else will.!!!!

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