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Old 08-18-2008, 12:47 AM   #26
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Nope.

But we should test it, just to be certain.

Empirical data. I like it.
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Old 08-18-2008, 05:06 AM   #27
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Cloudy and I made love a week ago. It was hot. She said she wishes she could have children with me

Is that the kind of 'foolish' you were after, or have I missed the point?
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Old 08-18-2008, 05:58 PM   #28
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Foolish to think words really matter
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Old 08-18-2008, 06:00 PM   #29
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Cloudy and I made love a week ago. It was hot. She said she wishes she could have children with me

Is that the kind of 'foolish' you were after, or have I missed the point?
Only thing foolish about making love to Cloudy is not to rinse and repeat. Except for maybe the children part. Unless you were referring to haute cuisine, since she is part cannibal.
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Old 09-30-2008, 02:15 AM   #30
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His thoughts turn
to so what if he changes.
Sarcasta-bitch with a fetish
for neatness and lace underwear.
Panties down below the knees,
he cries as she pulls them up.
Demonstrates, accentuates
that she has no cock
except for his, which she uses
when she pleases.
Sequence forward to
when they doggie-style.
She grunts when he slaps her ass,
sighs when he ejaculates,
cleans his cock on her dress.
A stain she wears with pride,
shopping midnight at Wal-Mart.
Better than a semen trail
down her chin.
She hates that,
licks it clean.
He hates that
when he kisses her.
So what if he changes.
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Old 09-30-2008, 02:22 AM   #31
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Don't change for me
she thinks
undeserving
how much fetish is
for show
begging on her knees
he comes
dripping down her chin
I didn't bring a change of clothes tonight
impossible as it is
changing skin
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Old 09-30-2008, 03:09 PM   #32
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Don't change for me
she thinks
undeserving
how much fetish is
for show
begging on her knees
he comes
dripping down her chin
I didn't bring a change of clothes tonight
impossible as it is
changing skin

wears her fetish
like a second skin
branded in places
tattooed in others
he begs
she begs
knees were made to subjugate
conquers his arrogance
sublimates her acquiescence
licks included
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Old 10-07-2008, 12:54 AM   #33
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So, where are you,
other than in a daydream
when I groan out my desire
To take my,
slake my thirst.
Unable to speak beyond a growl,
I have a need but cannot express
except by action.
I am shaking,
unable to catch my breath.
As I fixate on how you taste,
how skin yields beneath my grasp.
No fleeting caress
as I grab,
press upon you.
Fuck the foreplay.
Letís talk about need.
Later.
Yet nothing
but a flash of heat
and emptiness,
memories.
So, where are you?
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Old 10-30-2008, 02:00 AM   #34
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When you fondle words you get them dirty if you don't wash your hands first.
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Old 10-31-2008, 11:54 AM   #35
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So close to breaking out in a Mona Lisa smile.

Purse them baby,
and let me kiss you.
A single feature
that makes me breathe hard
and groan and moan and...
want you.
No momentary obsession,
just a snapshot, shock
of a desire.
Elegantly prurient,
especially when you talk low
and slow
and dirty,
about cocks and tits and pussy.

Smile for me baby.
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Old 10-31-2008, 12:18 PM   #36
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Is the sound of glass crashing
the beginning or the end?
There is a time to fuck with the lights on.
There is a time to screw with the lights off.
Sex is not about the light, but about the lust.
Grime on the window just gets in the way
when I want to see her.
Dirty.
She does dirty in a way
that makes me want to turn my head away.
Almost.
Quite the cowgirl,
she can ride any horse.
Hips and lips that spread,
quite the show,
quite the sway,
quite the shaft.
As she puts her mount through its paces,
leaves me pacing,
wanting my turn
to ride
even in the car pool lane.
Her scream, shrill enough to break glass
shocks me breathless,
drop all my quarters.
I hear my breathing
but the glass is fogged.
Wow!
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Old 10-31-2008, 05:44 PM   #37
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So close to breaking out in a Mona Lisa smile.

Purse them baby,
and let me kiss you.
A single feature
that makes me breathe hard
and groan and moan and...
want you.
No momentary obsession,
just a snapshot, shock
of a desire.
Elegantly prurient,
especially when you talk low
and slow
and dirty,
about cocks and tits and pussy.

Smile for me baby.
And Wow again.

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Old 11-27-2008, 01:45 AM   #38
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Restless today,
more than restless.
My skin doesnít fit
or maybe it itches.

Saw her at the store today.
Doesnít matter who she is.
It could have been any
woman. I need her.

Brief glance
almost becomes a stare
briefs. underwear.
Thoughts of her underwear.

Taking a deep breath
as I flash on bare flesh,
making her naked,
her getting naked for me.

Just want to rub against her
a little.
Just want to taste her
a lot.

Nighttime. Sheets twist
and bind.
Punch the pillow.
Groan my discontent.
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Old 12-20-2008, 08:36 PM   #39
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Emotion screened by bangs,
almost hide her glance,
glow.
Eyes that glow, glower,
offering no rhyme, reason,
reasonable explanation
for what she is thinking.
Mystic, mystery,
all of it
is a mystery to me.
Unfathomably deep,
not knowing
whether to offer a smile,
an apology,
a kiss,
or a night in my bed.
(Not that I would,
having never met her,
but I want to.)
I desire a mystery,
I desire her mystery.
I desire her.
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Old 12-20-2008, 08:43 PM   #40
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So much of what I say.
So much
of what I say.
Take everything I say as erotic.
Not that I mean it that way,
not always,
anyway.
It's just that I find
desire for you
in whatever I say,
or say nothing.
Fingers on flesh,
lips on lips
and hips,
subtle with my words,
not always.
Pursed lips,
pornographic,
whisper "fuck me,"
into flowing curves.
Words count for nothing.
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Old 12-21-2008, 12:11 AM   #41
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Pardon my reticence.
It wasnít
that I was not trying to
maintain my side of the conversation.
Just a question on distraction.
When asked what is on my mind,
how does one explain desire?
Small talk offers little deflection
for my eyes from the curves
I long to touch.
Feminine lips move in ways
innocent of innuendo,
but oh so erotic in my daydreams.
Scream the injustice silently
as I tremble and smile,
hide my erection,
my desire to molest her smile.
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Old 12-21-2008, 01:59 AM   #42
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You are on a roll, dear Fool.

These are amazingly erotic and very arousing.

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Old 01-02-2009, 05:15 PM   #43
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elastic dream
wrapped in cellophane

see-through cellophane
tinted pink for
bare nippes on display
distended by my memory

crinkles to unwrap
then stretches out
forever
as she pulls it back

chocolate latex jeans
that lace in back
bares the crack
that yields a dark path

to paradise
paradise lost
never regained
just a figment

my imagination
scans the room
technicolor ribbons stream
from my cock

to every woman I see
desire on display
in every smile
disgust evident

in her laughter
as she eludes my grasp
pendulous breast sway
in counterpoint

as she runs away
with the spoon
in her mouth
tasting my desire

not finding it to her liking
serpentine tongue
forks the spoon
tongue tangled with my tine

serenade scorn
dissonant desire
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Old 01-19-2009, 03:40 PM   #44
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She says,
"Any caress of yours would not be innocent."

Does it mar the conversation,
knowing my thoughts are discreetly
pressed against your breast,
feeling for the rise of your chest
as your breathe,
sensing the rhythm of your heart,
hoping to make it skitter and jump
as I take some lewd turn
in our oh so casual conversation?
Does it strain your smile
knowing I desire to feel your fancy,
sliding a finger inside as you sigh your smile
and laugh with your eyes?
Itís not as if I hide my desire,
pressed tangible into our embrace.

I guess I can no longer separate the passion
out. Nor do I want to.
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Old 01-20-2009, 12:20 AM   #45
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How about a real life collection?

"Extended warranty? How could I lose! Sign me up." ($25 headphones)

"Hey everybody, watch this!"

"Linux is one of them there commie things. The stuff them harkers use ain't it?"

"We had to take a boat to get here so that makes this an island!!!"

"I don't need insurance, I'm not going to have an accident."
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She says,
"Any caress of yours would not be innocent."

Does it mar the conversation,
knowing my thoughts are discreetly
pressed against your breast,
feeling for the rise of your chest
as your breathe,
sensing the rhythm of your heart,
hoping to make it skitter and jump
as I take some lewd turn
in our oh so casual conversation?
Does it strain your smile
knowing I desire to feel your fancy,
sliding a finger inside as you sigh your smile
and laugh with your eyes?
Itís not as if I hide my desire,
pressed tangible into our embrace.

I guess I can no longer separate the passion
out. Nor do I want to.

*swoon*

Because I know it's real.
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Old 01-22-2009, 12:19 AM   #47
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Old 01-28-2009, 10:49 PM   #48
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I may want to do something with this...

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So ponder with me
will you,
won't you.
Words come clear
when sitting in silence.

Sitting, sleeping
eyes open
while we kiss.
Kiss me, once again,
you fool.

Fool for love
without consequence,
suffer the consequences
of my desire
as I relish

ravishing you once again.
Yes. Again.
Let the storm roll
roll through your eyes.
Thunder crashing,

Or is that the book you were reading
before I felt the need
to taste you.
Tasting you,
sweet sex yielding to my tongue.

No way to say no
when gagged.
Shudder your emotion
once again.
Tears or not

on my pillow.
Just so long
as we find timeless
in time
for a moment.
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Old 01-28-2009, 10:52 PM   #49
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Stiletto heels,
razor tongue,
scalpel nails.
Sharp erotic pose
complete with cone bra.
Wondering where her nipples fit
if she has nipples.
Or just another fembot bitch.
Doesn't matter,
I still have a point to make with her.
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Old 03-30-2009, 12:48 AM   #50
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Smell that?
The scent of her cologne lingers,
even in this room
vacant of all emotion.
And women think they accessorize
to make a house seem homey.
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