Sensual metaphors

The illusion of love

Nice write Blue! Happy Thanksgiving ET! Too bad you aren't here, we could share the bird!

QP

ty ~art~

My Erotic Tale said:

Happy Turkey Day blue and QP

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QP has been hittin the sauce again...cranberry that is...NOT...bad santa...

slow wicked burn
tha astounds
tha senses,
clogs tha brain
n whispers
wanting desires.

emerging through
thoughts
dreams, fantasies.
watching him,
while watching
my heart
drop.

no senses left
untouched.
as laughter
love n poetry
flow.

feeling tha air
tingle
with his presence,
even after ...
he has left
tha room.

show me this
and you have
a pocket full
of love filled
dreams
that reoccur again
n again

pulling you,
sucking
you back in,
only to release
and breathe,
one MUST remember
to breathe
.... mmmmmmm

luv the rhyme and rhythm well..

RhymeFairy said:

slow wicked burn
tha astounds
tha senses,
clogs tha brain
n whispers
wanting desires.

emerging through
thoughts
dreams, fantasies.
watching him,
while watching
my heart
drop.

no senses left
untouched.
as laughter
love n poetry
flow.

feeling tha air
tingle
with his presence,
even after ...
he has left
tha room.

show me this
and you have
a pocket full
of love filled
dreams
that reoccur again
n again

pulling you,
sucking
you back in,
only to release
and breathe,
one MUST remember
to breathe
.... mmmmmmm

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jazz me up baby
extinguish rhythm within
as you flood my mind

sins-you-all
met-a-four

is that an orgy on the golf course <grin>

My Erotic Tale said:

sins-you-all
met-a-four

is that an orgy on the golf course <grin>

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putt putt...

bluerains said:

putt putt...

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I knew it had to something to do with balls that small <grin>
and looking for a hole in one <chuckleboned>

is it my go?
when do i getta go?
my turn now
i want
my turn ...

let my mind free
let'me give
give
untill there is
nothing left.
nothing but,
my heart

tis taken you know
he took it and ran
now i wait
waiting,
it seems it what I do
best

is it my go?
when do i getta go?
my turn now
i want
my turn ...

small is not a word

My Erotic Tale said:

I knew it had to something to do with balls that small <grin>
and looking for a hole in one <chuckleboned>

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in my metaphoric word world...unless its
a small world after all...

RhymeFairy said:

is it my go?
when do i getta go?
my turn now
i want
my turn ...

let my mind free
let'me give
give
untill there is
nothing left.
nothing but,
my heart

tis taken you know
he took it and ran
now i wait
waiting,
it seems it what I do
best

is it my go?
when do i getta go?
my turn now
i want
my turn ...

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to every season
turn...
turn...
turn...
then lets burn
like lightning skating
across the skyscape wind of borrowed thunder
as love tears us asunder...in electraglide....

bluerains said:

in my metaphoric word world...unless its
a small world after all...

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I don't know what that means
mine are golf ball size but then again I got my handle
My Erotic Tail for having one long enough to call a tail <grin>
and that aint no tale <ask temple> <bigrin>

I use to get alot of men after me for the name ...My Erotic Tail
I simply explained how I come to have a tail don't they <grin>

My Erotic Tale said:

I don't know what that means
mine are golf ball size but then again I got my handle
My Erotic Tail for having one long enough to call a tail <grin>
and that aint no tale <ask temple> <bigrin>

I use to get alot of men after me for the name ...My Erotic Tail
I simply explained how I come to have a tail don't they <grin>

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too much information...oh yea...big ones small ones ...its all to much for a fairy tale world of love bites...and breaths in as the world burns or turns...what ever floats in a fairy boat...any way ...am off to up north for a vacation...weekend...be back Monday...if not ...who knows..love bites...and all that poison stuff...

have you heard
a mockingbird
sings
diamond rings
shine
babay ... you
are sooo mine



sorry, haddd to get that out, lol





*grins*

the sky is grey
the water is placid
they are playing jazz

for there is no blue

blue, blue
all is blue
thoughts and memories
shaking around this empty brain.
hurt and pain fill me to the top,
only to hear that we have
stepped back, not forward.

driving crazy this heart of torture
am I not the one to be ... his.
cold distance his mistress
of time has thrown me another
broken arrow. caught with glee only
to see ... broken. broken and blue.

this heart has to know is there
a better way? a way out of
the mystical drowning blue,
that drags me down only
to throw me a ray of sunshine.
trickery!!

for it has been jarred and closed
off. no heat only the mirage
of what once was, tempting me,
with wishes, then tossing me in
the deep end, yet ... again.

again blue ... surrounding,
intoxicating, drowning in
the blues ...

merry heart and happy blessings ~A and RF

RhymeFairy said:

blue, blue
all is blue
thoughts and memories
shaking around this empty brain.
hurt and pain fill me to the top,
only to hear that we have
stepped back, not forward.

driving crazy this heart of torture
am I not the one to be ... his.
cold distance his mistress
of time has thrown me another
broken arrow. caught with glee only
to see ... broken. broken and blue.

this heart has to know is there
a better way? a way out of
the mystical drowning blue,
that drags me down only
to throw me a ray of sunshine.
trickery!!

for it has been jarred and closed
off. no heat only the mirage
of what once was, tempting me,
with wishes, then tossing me in
the deep end, yet ... again.

again blue ... surrounding,
intoxicating, drowning in
the blues ...

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just loverly of you both to pen with such blue spice and sugar...am feeling great abundance of sighs...ty...

Just got back from Tybee Island for the weekend..was colder than mutant with frostbite..condo over priced ..food good...climbed 178 stairs of the lighthouse and my legs have left me....traffic was the usual mostly sheep suvs and q tips power cars...but , have once again survived another holiday adventure...

with Qp doing his
Lyrics: KINKS

Holiday,
Oh what a lovely day today,
I'm oh so glad they sent me away,
To have a little holiday today, holiday.
Holiday,
And I'm just standing on the end of a pier,
Hoping and dreaming you were here,
To share my little holiday.

Lookin' in the sky for a gap in the clouds,
Sometimes I think that sun ain't never coming out,
But I'd rather be here than in that dirty old town,
I had to leave the city cos it really brought me down.

Oh holiday, oh what a lovely day today,
I think I'll get down on my little ol' knees and pray, thank you Lord,
Thank heaven for this holiday today, holiday.
I'm leaving insecurity behind me,
The environmental pressures got me down,
I don't need no sedatives to pull me round,
I don't need no sleeping pills to help me sleep sound.

Oh holiday,
Oh what a lovely day today,
I think I'll get down on my little ol' knees and pray,
That's what I'll do,
Thank heaven for this holiday.

Lying on the beach with my back burned rare,
The salt gets in my blisters and the sand gets in my hair,
And the sea's an open sewer,
But I really couldn't care,
I'm breathing through my mouth so I don't have to sniff the air.

Oh holiday,
Oh what a lovely day today,
I'm so glad they sent me away,
To have a little holiday. ...
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what can I say...but,,,am glad to BE BACK...with my podie and blue blankie...see ya on the flip side of tomorrow...with some reviews..and comments more to come on the ones I have missed ...hugsZenholidaymemories//blue

Whips and chains... AND HOLIDAYS

I just can't help myself! Between golf balls, RF's Blue fantasies, Blues hot santa suit, and an overindulgent ME, I might just have to lay down on the pier and be ravished en masse!

QP

wip

far off from woven pathways
mind gathers its withering voice
amidst the maze of delusion
and stands above the breach

An overpass where the heart
knows only a feel , an aroma,
and holds every watery grave
of sophic static
mingling with singing dolphins

bluerains said:

far off from woven pathways
mind gathers its withering voice
amidst the maze of delusion
and stands above the breach

An overpass where the heart
knows only a feel , an aroma,
and holds every watery grave
of sophic static
mingling with singing dolphins

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Voices of the past-
haunt me like dark waters.
And there a hope was born,

Out of the Blu-

To submerge
into the gospel of tears
with held
by the grace of her
blue sea's,
And set adrift
upon these
eternal waves
Would be the
sweetest
taste of rapture
And to behold
the beauty
of sleeping moons
And to daily
witness
the dawn
of new suns,

As she
unknowingly
bestows
new worlds,
with each wink.






Huggs
& Love-

sGp

miss ya'll ....
I cannot be everywhere,
but everywhere I am ... I take you with me.

You get it!

Awesome write about the illusion and coming freeze... The dolphins know!

QP

bluerains said:

far off from woven pathways
mind gathers its withering voice
amidst the maze of delusion
and stands above the breach

An overpass where the heart
knows only a feel , an aroma,
and holds every watery grave
of sophic static
mingling with singing dolphins

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Out of the Blue

come you and me and all the rest of the Blue's created images of passion and foresight... We both have that affinity to the Blue! Enjoyed this one SGP!

QP

sweet GA peaches said:

Voices of the past-
haunt me like dark waters.
And there a hope was born,

Out of the Blu-

To submerge
into the gospel of tears
with held
by the grace of her
blue sea's,
And set adrift
upon these
eternal waves
Would be the
sweetest
taste of rapture
And to behold
the beauty
of sleeping moons
And to daily
witness
the dawn
of new suns,

As she
unknowingly
bestows
new worlds,
with each wink.






Huggs
& Love-

sGp

miss ya'll ....
I cannot be everywhere,
but everywhere I am ... I take you with me.

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what did Santa say to the three girls on the street corner? Ho Ho Ho

Drunk on Bliss ~

drunk on tha wine
from his lips
sweet nectar
from those fingertips
that taught me pleasure
taught me no shame
taught me
how to be me
again.

mood of love
sharing in this
sharing the juice
from his fingertips
fingering this puss
from dusk till
dawn
showing me all in love
is fair, not wrong.

playing with me,
touches so tender
bites are rough
no, tis not a
bluff.
mountains
on high for,
I am flying
high,
from fingertips
high
on love
feelin nothing
but bliss




Missed you guys.
Hope all is well with ya, Huggs !!!

RF~

RhymeFairy said:

drunk on tha wine
from his lips
sweet nectar
from those fingertips
that taught me pleasure
taught me no shame
taught me
how to be me
again.

mood of love
sharing in this
sharing the juice
from his fingertips
fingering this puss
from dusk till
dawn
showing me all in love
is fair, not wrong.

playing with me,
touches so tender
bites are rough
no, tis not a
bluff.
mountains
on high for,
I am flying
high,
from fingertips
high
on love
feelin nothing
but bliss




Missed you guys.
Hope all is well with ya, Huggs !!!

RF~

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Martin says to me..
"lets go to England luv...
make a little slap and tickle
in me pub ...
before we go...."
and I thought he was my bro...

words laid out
like silk water
royal blue
quietly loud
a prose unwritten
that grabs like the wind
kind as a shower
grew letters