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y=mx+b said:
It's my tattoo... and thank you.
I dedicate these pics to you smartandsexy:rose:

I'm now a puddle of quivering want.

He's so pretty. *sigh*
 
Cleo... annie... thanks for sticking around and checking up on me from time to time.

here is a larger version of my current AV
:rose:
 

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there is so much opportunity when you are laying in bed.

thinking about all the things you can and would like to do.

but something happens in the moment between laying in bed and getting dressed.

some unspoken unthought of thing within that first five or ten minutes cuts down the apt eagerness once had in the the quilted comforting womb known as the bed.

it gets me to wonder if children... moments from being born have similar ambitions about life only to be disenchanted by some sort of stark realization that this is it.
 
A storm is rolling in and a kind of impending doom is about the air.

It is cold outside... the kind of cold that toys with your emotions... with your body. It's not cold enough for a second layer... but it's cold enough to make you desire for just a little more warmth.

Drops of rain tap at the window as the sun continues to be bound from the sky.


there is no thunder
there is no sound


The leaves on the trees... the tall grasses in the medow... they all wait for the rain to soak the strangled roots below the surface of the earth of which we absentmindedly walk upon.

Sound rolls from the sky shaking the ground... shaking me. If you were here... you too would be shaken by the force that no human can control.

Like the ropes cutting into the flesh of a willing partner it fills the body with fear and with awe.



In this, I bathe.

With my eyes closed and my soul open...



I wait.
 
y=mx+b said:
How about I just talk dirty to you.

Landfill...slag heaps...well rotted compost...muddy water...

I'm sorry, I'm tired - it's the best I can muster.
 
smartandsexy said:
Landfill...slag heaps...well rotted compost...muddy water...

I'm sorry, I'm tired - it's the best I can muster.


I think I can work with that... let' s see...

We met at the landfill eager to see the slag heaps. We could hardly wait to go out and slowly sink our shovels into the well rotted compost knowing that our garden would be the best garden thus yet.

Once we got back home and tilled the compost into the moist soil the cleats of our shoes became packed tight with dirt. On the way back home... hand in hand we stopped to stomp our feet clean in the puddle before we made our way inside. Looking back at the muddy water we both smiled.

I let you enter first. I watched you as you walked down the hall, taking off your top towards the bathroom. With your back turned to me you asked if I could help you with the clasp on your bra. Being friends and all I was comfortable... but this... this was a first. I couldn't help myself from feeling a little nervous as my finger came into contact with the silky warm skin of your back.
 
y=mx+b said:
there is so much opportunity when you are laying in bed.

thinking about all the things you can and would like to do.

but something happens in the moment between laying in bed and getting dressed.

some unspoken unthought of thing within that first five or ten minutes cuts down the apt eagerness once had in the the quilted comforting womb known as the bed.

it gets me to wonder if children... moments from being born have similar ambitions about life only to be disenchanted by some sort of stark realization that this is it.

You know, I was thinking the exact same thing this morning. I lay in bed thinking of all the possibilities of the day, but then became overwhelmed by the choice and went back to sleep.

:kiss:
 
y=mx+b said:
no new pics... but I finished indexing them through page 12

My, oh my. You really are gorgeous.

I've got some wood needs cutting.... wanna help?
 
Ava Nova said:
My, oh my. You really are gorgeous.

I've got some wood needs cutting.... wanna help?


me?

*looks over shoulder to see if someone else is behind*


you can't be talking about me.



you'll have to talk to the Mrs's about getting me to cut wood
 
y=mx+b said:
me?

*looks over shoulder to see if someone else is behind*


you can't be talking about me.



you'll have to talk to the Mrs's about getting me to cut wood

And so modest, too.

Don't worry about the wood - did it myself. :D
 
pics pics pics...

been a while and I'm feeling in the mood to post. So here are a couple more.
 

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y=mx+b said:
pics pics pics...

been a while and I'm feeling in the mood to post. So here are a couple more.

Oooo av change too.

Your arm in the first pic is just yummy.

The smooth shaven face in the second is a treat.

I have a question. You look like you have a squirmy torso. Can you do an s-bend? Sideways I mean. Odd, I know, but how and ever. :kiss:
 
happy Labor Day weekend!
 

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