The Gap, Australia

#6106 Feb 12, 2013
Sally Brown wrote:
Oh! My God! WOW! That was awesome!
Yeah, she said it was one of the best dreams she's ever had.

Thanks Sally, I'll pass your WOW comment on........

Tonight the Great Pumpkin will rise out of the pumpkin patch. He flies through the air and brings sex-toys to all the ladies who come here and leave three wishes.......

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Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#6107 Feb 13, 2013
<quoted text>
Yeah, she said it was one of the best dreams she's ever had.
Thanks Sally, I'll pass your WOW comment on........
Tonight the Great Pumpkin will rise out of the pumpkin patch. He flies through the air and brings sex-toys to all the ladies who come here and leave three wishes.......
I was in a mood yesterday! Not really into sex toys, I prefer the real thing.

You are a very good writer, are you in RW? Or just for fun?

The Gap, Australia

#6108 Feb 13, 2013
Sally Brown wrote:
<quoted text>
I was in a mood yesterday! Not really into sex toys, I prefer the real thing.
You are a very good writer, are you in RW? Or just for fun?
You'll get no arguement from me......the "real thing" is unquestionably the only way, however Sally, I think it might be unwise, or even a little foolish, to look a gift horse in the mouth.....a girl just never knows when she might regret an offer she ought not refuse.

thank you kindly.....not sure about RW ?..... have an idea what you might mean, but could you expand a little ?

no, not for fun.....I am a freelance journalist, however writing poetry is not how I make my living.


“Want A Friend, Be One..”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Dedicated to Texas Pete...

#6109 Feb 13, 2013
Not trying to fight with you just wanting to say

"Happy Valentines Day"
to everybody...Have a good one..:O)

The Gap, Australia

#6110 Feb 13, 2013
What parents do not tell their children is that there are no bones in toys.

No hard secrets. Only air that when pressed out smells of a foreign country.

This is February of an early year and already
I am braiding their hair: synthetic manes the color of thistle
and steel, trussed with tinsel—slippery
as my tongue in my own mouth.
The horses’ names I know by symbols
stamped on their flanks. Pinwheel, Parasol,
Lickety-Split, Gusty—this is the catalogue
of my small human dominion.

I have them act out plays, and at the end of the hall, outside
my doorway, my grand-mother sorts the medicine in the closet,
bandages with tweezers, iodine from calamine—
talking to herself—
rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, Triaminic...

Every character is given an epiphany:
the new king wakes in the middle
of the night, tossing off his sleep cap,
and the scientist—in an orchard
cosseted with wind—receives the good pendragon apple in his lap.

Time divvies, as simple
as it sounds, it delivers us
moments. So what sort of chime or present
does it take to understand that others
can hear you speak? That you are a person capable
of making sounds with meaning.

My grand-mother asks what I am doing.
Embarrassment canters its tight track around my cheeks.

So I invent an epidemic
of silence.

Slowly the ponies begin to whisper,
gathering their voices behind them—
though only half-disguised, their monologues
now like a company of ghosts covered in white sheets.

Then finally quiet surrounding........

It has been years like this.
Tell me, tell me
there will be a time again
to announce our imagination,
whatever animals we are holding in our hands.

The Gap, Australia

#6111 Feb 13, 2013
The pool is empty; no bathers stand nearby.
The beast must be glorified and so each bristle stands out
on its raised, humped back.

The pool must be glorified and so each aquamarine tile glistens, having
been scrubbed, before the photograph was taken,
with bleach.

It is the perpetual today, that which has historians running
through empty fields in white coats,
taking the pulse of the world ...

The beast breathes silently, exhaling steam from its nostrils.
The crowd maintains its distance and its composure:
how like a crowd.

The beast maintains its beastliness: how like a beast. That which
is wild will remain wild.

The last doctrine is that of redistribution of matter.
The last item is a stick, and, at the end of the stick,
a soul.

The Gap, Australia

#6112 Feb 14, 2013
Maybe more’s not merrier but messier,
since you can be your own

object and taste of desire, both surrender
and control in one wet exchange,

intimacy’s frontbend: the torso strong-
armed against wall or swivel-chair

until the sex dips into the same body’s
mouth. It’s like watering

and being watered at the same time.
Fall seven times,

and you’ll stand up full. Slippery logic:
the snake who ate its tail.

Maybe it’s the true preservationism,
cutting out the middleman—

him or her—making it local and organic,
pleasure’s Trader Joe’s.

But sustainability’s never sexy,
canvas clad in its carbon-cock-blocking.

If you can’t save the penguins please yourself,
Objectivism’s golden rule.

To be volition and validation, lover and lovee,
a recipient handing himself money.

But a party of one’s no fun—
even auto-eroticism’s depressing.

Like a return to the wellspring of childhood,
where we confronted it face-first,

our awful club scout truth:
that we enter the valley unchartered and alone,

and we must leave it this way too.

The Gap, Australia

#6114 Feb 14, 2013
Skeins of smoke in the sky
The cornfields suffer snow

Moon, barn, bird, as in
a photogram: objects

exposed as layered light
Love as a joint into which

a little blood has leaked
(scissors, a straight pin

a pair of hands) And why
not cry in the root cellar?

Loose ice in the wind, grief
freezes and falls through the air

The sword and the sky are contiguous,
the halo of one saint the face of another.

Every leaf on the tree turns to be seen.
Angels never fall through the uneven

azurite, the hand stays grafted to the heart.
Devotion is possible. No thing behind

the color of a rock. Gold stops at the garment,
touches it, touches what skin is exposed.

Now mother and child need only one body.
The impossible bowl of wine will not spill.....

Before the Invention of Perspective in Painting

The Gap, Australia

#6115 Feb 14, 2013
Into every girl's life some possible lover should come.
you don’t quite catch his name the first time through.
call him bryan or ryan, even deVine...
you met him at the antelope petting zoo.
or on the steps of city hall at the yearly die-in: he was a body among so many other bodies
some furry and with horns, some able.
some glistering in sweat,
some you heaved upon like amphibious d-day craft quitting the ocean
some unable to stand erect,
their soft boy-parts pressed against you,
the way lunchmeat feels when it falls
from the sandwich onto your legs

All the untouchable figures outspread
upon the asphalt, as if it’s natural to recline this way,
playing possum, flashing the word vacancy
glowing snuff-colored against the motel background of a pornographic magazine carelessly tossed against the curb.
recognize one face
among the twenty-three airbrushed faces,
slightly withdrawn, obviously stoned,
nimbused in a union of illapsing smoke and incandescence

Isn’t he the one who looked upward
into your gawp as if a deathbed held him against you.
he was living, then. you both were living
and the vessel protruded,
your hull dragging up onto the beach,
his carcass already a carcass on the sand,
no, he was a darling critter
a feral thing, but he struck you,
he bit you, and you broke inside
and the condom broke, shoddy piece,
princeling, posturer, dirty dirty beast.

The Gap, Australia

#6116 Feb 14, 2013

As a boy I wanted to be good, loved
cotton candy and f ucking more than anyone,
wanted to please and now may I say

I have squandered my sugar. I lick
and lick the sweet pink sugar cone
but I’m a bad boy, baby, I’ve fucked
it up good though you probably know that already

what with all your new companions
who drink tea and wear thin
their mourning kimonos.

My only pain being your lipstick kissed
into the white linen napkin I saved
and thereby understand by multiplying

your lips and I’m a bad, I’m a bad
and I miss the snow on, the rain on,
the green grass on the great lawn I recently had
paved over

so as to avoid being reminded of picnics or the smell of burning
leaves or your fingers tying on my hat
so I wouldn’t catch cold while I made angels...


The Gap, Australia

#6117 Feb 14, 2013
I never knew she was a woman
Never thought she had a body
Nor did I imagine she had any breasts
Or something like a vagina between her legs

She was unseen like the sofa in drawing room
Or rigid like the washing machine in the corner
Until I saw her one day from my upper room
Reaching for the clothesline on her toes
In her wet clinging white lingerie just bathed freshly
And saw her awesome boobs jumping up and down
Her round sexy hips, thighs and calfs straining

The thunderbolt hit my newly adult manhood
Like in King David and bathing beauty story
I went down and helped her all hot aroused erect
She knew something has happened to me

Mothers are never frigid they are burning hot
Their lips are honey filled, tongues cream coated
Their full round breasts tremble when touched
Nipples stand erect and hard when pressed on your chest

Mothers are never frigid they are electric sex dolls
If you know the switch to turn them on
You get heavenly ecstasy, carnal pleasure and erotic fucks
Like never before never with anyone anyone ever

Mothers are never frigid they are sluts when they fuck
They give so much everything you cannot receive at one time
They are fairies made of LOVE, CREAM, HONEY & HELLFIRE

Mothers are never frigid they are dick sucking whores
Every flesh part is to lick to suck to fuck as you wish
From lips to breasts to nipples to naval to crotch
To her soft mound to swollen vagina to her nub
To pink pussyhole and the moist canal all steaming hot
Everywhere everything holy,sacred and divine

You lick and suck and kiss and hug and sigh and cry
You tongue and knead and push and pull and clutch
You hump and thrust and piston fast and furious
You moan and shout and explode and orgasm
She gives herself she haves you she swallows you whole
She keeps you in her womb again now forever

Now you know she is never frigid your mother
Mothers are never frigid they are bitches down there!!

She is just as human flesh as you are.

The Gap, Australia

#6118 Feb 14, 2013

I watch as you walk across the room, I smile as I see your eyes devour me, I feel wanted, sexy and powerful beneath your hungry gaze.

Licking my lips I slowly run one hand down the length of my body, my silk robe moulding to my curves as if it were a second skin.

I wait till you are standing at the foot of you bed, my eyes take in your pure naked masculinity, I crawl and kneel before you, letting my hands run down over your firm solid chest, a hear a sigh escape your lips and you grab me yanking me so I fall against you, now I am powerless and your are powerful as my body reacts to your touches.

I whimper so your strong mouth takes mine in a fierce hungry kiss, when you pull away my lips feel swollen and bruised.

Slowly you untie my sash and with a flick the silk falls away from my body pooling around me, I watch as you take me in inch by inch, I know when you have reached your surprise, I see your lips tilt with a wicked smile as you look at my shaven mound, your fingers caress the silky skin where little blond curls had previously been.

I can see your throbbing manhood; I reach down to grasp it running my finger of the tip of you.
You make a sound like a growl and in one fluid movement I am on my back with you pressing down against me, I bring my legs up to wrap them around your waist, pulling you into me as you thrust, burying yourself in my slick heat.

Together we move as one, our lovemaking passionate and frenzied, moans and gasps fill the air around us, I grip you tight as I feel my release building, I cry out as I explode my body shaking and shuddering, I feel your climax as you cum with a shattering force, deep inside me.

Content and sated we lie wrapped in one another’s arms, listening to rapid heartbeats and small breathes.


The Gap, Australia

#6119 Feb 14, 2013
Darkness of night falls across the land,
A beautiful woman longs for a loving hand,
She tiptoes out into the night,
Trying to stay well out of sight,
A stranger meets her at a small stream,
Passionate victims of a lustful dream,
Taking her into his muscular arms,
Seducing her with his manly charms,
Emotions building and trembling within,
She is enslaved by his smirking grin,
They lie down together on the dew kissed ground,
No longer caring if anyone is around,
Love's sweet passion is their escape,
Tiny moments of joy in a sorrow filled life,
It hurts to be the wrong man's wife.

The Gap, Australia

#6120 Feb 14, 2013
the sight of steel
shining – bright, cold
laid out

shivers whisper
across flesh
grown suddenly too warm

Is this what you want?

barely spoken
craving breathed
through tremulous lips
felt more than heard

Yes What

yes Sir
muscles quiver
eyes riveted
captured by visions
long awaited desires

strong, commanding fingers
grasp, twine
through soft, silky strands

Very good My little minx
firm, demanding pull
of Master’s hand
exposes creamy column
of tender flesh

Don’t forget again bitch
teeth sink
into delectable flesh

need ripples
through trembling muscles
passion flows
liquid heat

The Gap, Australia

#6121 Feb 14, 2013

We Touch.

Blood Flows.

Garnishes are striped away leaving flesh.

Fire, your lips are on fire.

Barren souls, no lies, no secrets. Just flesh.





No alpha, no omega.

Fluid is the medium, our bodies, the vessels.

No time, no space.


We quiver, we tremble, we fall to dust.

Where do you end and I begin?


The Gap, Australia

#6122 Feb 14, 2013
An Innocent Orgasmic Awakening!

I fell in love with "Patty the Innocent,"
A pretty girl just twenty-five years old.
She was a petite and tender sweet young Blond,
With beautiful eyes shining Hazel Gold!

I saw her for the first time in her back yard,
And I was stunned at her activity.
She looked like she was in a sandbox playing,
And was having a good time, I could see!

I was "Mezmerized" with the picture she made,
Squatting there so innocent in her play.
The sundress she had on was hiked to her waist,
With her round silk covered bottom displayed!

Her orange colored panties emphasized the shape,
Of her succulent bottom formed just right!
When she leaned forward to reach out for more sand,
Her outlined pussy was a "Pure Delight!"

As I stood and watched her my brain caught on fire,
I KNEW she wasn't quite right in her head.
But my lust and desire kept growing hotter,
And I KNEW I'd get her into my bed!

When Patty glanced my way and caught me watching,
She giggled then gave me a friendly wave.
She was a pretty Blond with ALL I wanted,
And IF I could I'd make her my "Sex Slave!"

Patty had a prepubescent girl's body,
So enticingly willowy slender.
She seldom thought about things of importance,
But SHE knew she was a different "gender!"

I smiled and asked her where everyone had gone,
She answered with a giggle "Gone to town."
I grinned "Would you like to come for some ice-cream?"
She climbed the fence and I lifted her down!

When we entered my kitchen she took a seat,
And asked "What kind a ice-cream do you got?"
I looked into the box and said "Strawberry,"
She laughed and clapped her hands "I wanna lot!"

I smiled and got her a BIG bowl of ice-cream,
And sat it down so she could startg to eat.
As she ate her ice-cream I suggested,
"You know Patty, you can GIVE ME a TREAT!"

She giggled at me and asked "What do you want?"
And I said "I want to make love to you!"
Patty smiled in puzzlement and kept eating,
And then she grinned and giggled "When I'm through!"

When Patty finished eating she looked at me,
And with a shy smile asked "What do we do?"
I took her by her hand and said "Come this way,"
And I KNEW Patty didn't HAVE a CLUE!

I led her through the door to my bed and sat,
And got Patty to stand between my knees.
I told her "I can make you feel REAL happy,"
And my excitement made me start to wheeze!

She smiled and asked "What do you want me to do?"
I moaned breathing hard "Just stand where you're at."
I grabbed her waist and pulled her crotch to my face,
And inhaled her sweet delicious mat!

As my breath heated her crotch Patty giggled,
And said "Your hot breath tickles me down there!"
I slid both of my hands around to her cheeks,
And I whispered to her, "I want you bare!

Patty giggled and called me a silly man,

(More c umming.....)

The Gap, Australia

#6123 Feb 14, 2013
An Innocent Orgasmic Awakening!

.....Just take my clothes off if you want to see."
I lifted her dress up and off her body,
And she was wearing just her thin panties!

Patty giggled when I stared at her in awe,
She could tell she'd gotten me excited.
Then I reached and slowly pulled down her panties,
And the fever in my brain "Ignited!"

I cupped her cheeks and pulled her against my face,
And explored her p ussy hair with my lips.
Patty giggled some more when she felt my breath,
I licked her p ussy and caressed her hips!

Patty gasped and giggled "That feels so funny,
Your tongue is making me "Tickle" inside!"
Patty started wiggling, and moaning,
I sat her on the bed's edge by my side!

I rolled off the bed and got between her legs,
Then I gave her pussy a GOOD licking.
Patty raised her legs and wrapped them round my neck,
And I teased her "clit" with my tongue's flicking!

Patty began humping in wild abandon,
And I kept sucking her clit hard but slow.
Then Patty started gasping "Mommie Mommie!"
As I slurped and swallowed her pussy's flow!

Patty's p ussy OVERFLOWED with sweet nectar,
And what she gave WASN'T ENOUGH for me.
I swallowed every drop of her sweet love juice,
And DIDN'T STOP until I heard her plea!

I stood up on shakey legs and got undressed,
While Patty watched me with her half-glazed eyes.
She gasped when she saw what my pants were hiding,
And I whispered "Here's ANOTHER surprise!"

Patty wasn't shy when it came to touching,
She reached out and grabbed me with her hot hand.
I moaned out loud as I felt her squeezing,
Her hand felt like a burning red hot band!

Patty squeezed and ooed "You feel so BIG and HOT!
Your "thing" feels hard and hot like it's on fire!"
I groaned to her "You don't know what you're doing,
But you're lighting my brain with pure desire!

I stood and let Patty play with me awhile,
Then I moved my throbbing c ock to her hole.
I had noticed Patty's hymen was broken,
So I shoved my c ock into Patty's soul!

Patty's hips began jerking when I slid in,
Her p ussy felt like sliding in hot fire!
Patty's sweet hips started rolling with rhythm,
And my cock spurted out my hot desire!

My Patty began c umming at the same time,
And she cried out with joy "That feels SO good!"
My hot c um squirted deep inside her p ussy,
I filled her up with all my c um I could!

We both felt tired but Patty was exhausted,
After all she'd NEVER had sex before.
I whispered "Let me turn you on your belly,
What I'm going to do next you'll just "adore!"
Patty's naked bottom was "Pure" perfection,

Her cheeks were perfect half moons smooth and plump.
As she lay there gasping I started licking,
When I kissed her hole my heart lept and jumped!
I licked around and over her tight anus,
And I sucked it and plunged my tongue inside.

I sucked it til it pooched out red and puffy,
Then I slid up on her to take my ride!
My hard cock pressed against her swollen asshole,
When I pushed it popped inside all the way.

As I f ucked Patty's a sshole it kept squeezing,
And my mind fractured with my cum's first spray!
As my cum filled her asshole, I moaned "Baby,
I'm filling you with my hot creamy cum!"

Patty moaned and cried out loud, "Mommie Mommie,
It feels to me like you just tore my "Bum!"
I stayed inside and just laid there on her back,
Her squeezing a sshole kept milking me dry!

Her hot asshole squeezed and sucked out all my c um
And we did it ALL again, by and by!!

The Gap, Australia

#6124 Feb 14, 2013
Sitting on the boardwalk and watching the girls,
All the skimpy outfits make my head swirl.

Summertime sun must free their libido,
Cuz their barely covered bodies are straining my Speedo.

With a sway and a twirl, every one is a flirt,
But, I especially like the ones in the thin, little skirts.

Minis in a fabric that barely covers their booty,
Makes each of the strollers look like a cutie.

When the ladies parade with their pretty thighs bare,
A man would have to be a saint not to stare.

On the beach the sea breeze will constantly blow,
So those tiny light skirts lift and put on a show.

When their dresses fly up, pretty panties it reveals,
And the sexy madams make guttural, bedroom squeals.

For many, the lingerie is skimpy satin and lace,
And the quick glimpse offers a come hither taste.

Sight of well rounded globes and thongs cut real low,
Drive every man his seeds to sow.

The sexy undies displayed by the breeze,
Are worn with the intention of the audience to please.

A glimpse of pink, black and red will stiffen my snake,
While flower designs and cameltoes my breath will take.

One time is a fluke, but a second flash,
Is like holding a sign saying "I might be trash."

When that panty signal accompanies a come-on grin,
I'll approach and do my best her heart to win.

So every day the summer wind is blowing,
To the boardwalk miniskirt parade I'll be going.

Because when the lifted skirts are flapping,
That night I hope some pretty to be tapping.


The Gap, Australia

#6125 Feb 14, 2013
She said to me as we adjusted our clothes.....

"Baby, I didn't understand at the time
why you asked to f uck my p ussy
from behind.

It was strange, you know,
unbuttoning my pants and bending for you to see me
arched in my panties.

I wore a special, small thing, for you
with hearts and little strings
to undo.

You said you liked the way they looked on me,
before you forgot the strings
and pulled them down to my knees.

Maybe I'm like that girl at the club
who's pants have a zipper at the back
so you can f uck her in the parking lot
without making love.

Do you think she has, underneath,
the same little panties I do?

I don't know if you did me like her,
panting before you came,
or if you gave her a hard slap on the ass too,

as if to say, "thank you, sweetheart, for bending over; I'm going to f uck you now",
and you did.

Level 7

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#6126 Feb 14, 2013
RW = Real World

I had the same problem when I first saw it. Thanks don't feel so bad now.

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