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Very true. I wish it was something that was easy to end.
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Very true. I wish it was something that was easy to end.
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I wrote her a letter that I didn't send
knowing she wouldn't read it due to our bitter end.
It spoke of the moment our lips first met
a moment our distance would turn to regret.
I worked the ink into the paper with each pen stroke
writing words in black
doing my best not to choke
I did not know what caused such strain
the thoughts of compassion
of fantasy
with no refrain
Dancing in my head as I lay awake at night
memories of murky heat
filled my closed eyed sight
feeling her hair between my fingers
upon her naked chest
I wonder if my kisses still would linger
I feel her flesh against my lips
and the subtle movement of our hips
pressing up against and into her
the words I wrote...
the end wasn't bitter nor was it true
each day I wake
is a day of new
and I think with my heart upon that page
words are written about our lusty rage
a fist full of hair
her mouth around my cock
her lungs retching for air
there is no time upon any clock
upon the bed
I cup her face
and tell her I love her
behind her eyes
she looks away
And in the murky heat
of what wasn't ever really
I snuff out the light
and to bed I retreat.
knowing she wouldn't read it due to our bitter end.
It spoke of the moment our lips first met
a moment our distance would turn to regret.
I worked the ink into the paper with each pen stroke
writing words in black
doing my best not to choke
I did not know what caused such strain
the thoughts of compassion
of fantasy
with no refrain
Dancing in my head as I lay awake at night
memories of murky heat
filled my closed eyed sight
feeling her hair between my fingers
upon her naked chest
I wonder if my kisses still would linger
I feel her flesh against my lips
and the subtle movement of our hips
pressing up against and into her
the words I wrote...
the end wasn't bitter nor was it true
each day I wake
is a day of new
and I think with my heart upon that page
words are written about our lusty rage
a fist full of hair
her mouth around my cock
her lungs retching for air
there is no time upon any clock
upon the bed
I cup her face
and tell her I love her
behind her eyes
she looks away
And in the murky heat
of what wasn't ever really
I snuff out the light
and to bed I retreat.
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Correspondence
You said...
"And yet...I am submissive to the heart of myself. I yearn for the dominant that can handle it...and as you said, take it to beyond the fucking edge and drop it off the side."
And I searched into the heart of myself in the hope to find out why being dominate (in the manner that I am/desire to express) is important to me; and the answer is there, I can feel it, I can fucking see it... but I cannot comprehend it.
Reading what you said was like zipping up a coat
you being one side of the zipper
and me the other
The feeling inside me is profound and absolute
and has always been with me
A desire to engage ...her
and experience her
and study her
...her resistance
and acceptance
...her agony
and delight
so when it comes time for her to experience me
...she knows my passion is educated
and genuine
...that it is for her
and of her
not to punish... but to connect
to push her up against the edge
and watch her go over
only to rush down
so that I can catch and cradle her in my arms
and hold her in absolute reverence.
and fuck if I don't have that in you.
I want to destroy you
and make you hurt
and drag you through the mud
in chains and leather straps
and push you down
and piss on your fucking body
and step down upon your crotch with my steel-toed boots
and spit in your face
and upon your asshole
I want to grab you by your hair and push your face up against the nearest tree
and make you eat bark
I want to snap off a branch
and whip your inner thighs with it
and make you crawl naked across the gravel road
so that I can piss your tears off your fucking face
I want to wake you up in the middle of the night
and make you piss your bed
then watch you sleep in it as I jerk myself off in your hair
I want to feel my fist inside your body as I press down on your stomach with my other hand
and tell you it feels like a boy
and flick my fingers against your insides and ask you if you can feel him kicking
and I would rotate my wrist
and bruise your fucking clit with my tongue
knowing that
...afterward
when all was said and done
you would let me make love to you
...on my terms
slowly
and deeply
and with meaning so heavy
it bleeds out our bodies
in the form of
sweat
semen
and the lubrication of your body
onto the bed of which we lay
...be it sheeted in satin
or broken cinder block.
You said...
"And yet...I am submissive to the heart of myself. I yearn for the dominant that can handle it...and as you said, take it to beyond the fucking edge and drop it off the side."
And I searched into the heart of myself in the hope to find out why being dominate (in the manner that I am/desire to express) is important to me; and the answer is there, I can feel it, I can fucking see it... but I cannot comprehend it.
Reading what you said was like zipping up a coat
you being one side of the zipper
and me the other
The feeling inside me is profound and absolute
and has always been with me
A desire to engage ...her
and experience her
and study her
...her resistance
and acceptance
...her agony
and delight
so when it comes time for her to experience me
...she knows my passion is educated
and genuine
...that it is for her
and of her
not to punish... but to connect
to push her up against the edge
and watch her go over
only to rush down
so that I can catch and cradle her in my arms
and hold her in absolute reverence.
and fuck if I don't have that in you.
I want to destroy you
and make you hurt
and drag you through the mud
in chains and leather straps
and push you down
and piss on your fucking body
and step down upon your crotch with my steel-toed boots
and spit in your face
and upon your asshole
I want to grab you by your hair and push your face up against the nearest tree
and make you eat bark
I want to snap off a branch
and whip your inner thighs with it
and make you crawl naked across the gravel road
so that I can piss your tears off your fucking face
I want to wake you up in the middle of the night
and make you piss your bed
then watch you sleep in it as I jerk myself off in your hair
I want to feel my fist inside your body as I press down on your stomach with my other hand
and tell you it feels like a boy
and flick my fingers against your insides and ask you if you can feel him kicking
and I would rotate my wrist
and bruise your fucking clit with my tongue
knowing that
...afterward
when all was said and done
you would let me make love to you
...on my terms
slowly
and deeply
and with meaning so heavy
it bleeds out our bodies
in the form of
sweat
semen
and the lubrication of your body
onto the bed of which we lay
...be it sheeted in satin
or broken cinder block.
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Hello y=mx+b, wanted to thank you again for those kilt photo's, your a sweet man despite all your grumbles 
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Hello y=mx+b, wanted to thank you again for those kilt photo's, your a sweet man despite all your grumbles
you are welcome.
and whoever is spreading this rumor of me being a "sweet man" needs to know that I hate them... and whoa to thee should our paths ever cross.
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maybe.
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Whoa to me then.
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I'll give you a dollar..but i KNOW it's always about me.
You still have a way with words and pictures that draw me back here..even though I don't want to come
actually I don't remember why I edited it and enough time has past for me to never ever read or want to read whatever it was that I wrote.
it isn't so much that I have a way with words as they seem to have a way with me. Personally... I can't stand the manipulative little fuckers.
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Hey you! Good to see you... and whatever rubbish pics and blather you're posting.
Good to know your time isn't wasted.
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"Because I was afraid of worms, Roxanne, Worms!"
Sorry... a "Roxanne" movie moment.....
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It's Labor Day weekend. Time to sit back and reflect on the end of yet another summer ...and of course on the trials and tribulations of the overworked, underpaid/unappreciated ...as well upon the employable unemployed toiling their time away in their heads contemplating their place in, and value to society.
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Fucking gorgeous... What I would do to get you out of those boxer briefs and into my bed tonight...
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even if I did stop the thread wouldn't cease to exist...
and if I know anything about myself my narcissistic personality disorder would kick in again at some point and be all like... "dude... you love you and the ladies love you." And before I knew it I'd be back writing shit like:
Moon... lonely moon...
I look upon you
and see...
myself.
and posting pics of my underwear slung over my erect cock or something of the sort.
thank you. feel free to get-off on whatever will get you off and dismiss what doesn't. Or... sit back like all the rest and tune in to my latest episode of all-out bat-shittery.
"Because I was afraid of worms, Roxanne, Worms!"
Sorry... a "Roxanne" movie moment.....
I have yet to see that movie. I was, and am a big Steve Martin fan (he was actually in town a year or so ago with his banjo and blue-grass band or whatever and wanted to go, but the tickets were pretty steep. Sorta regretting it because the venue he was playing at is a very intimate experience, pretty much one where you feel like you are literally sitting at the performers feet even when your in nose bleed section)... but yeah... have yet to see "Roxanne"
pretty much all you gotta do is show up. but first give me a little heads up so I can inform the wife and do a little selling of the idea.
I have rope and not afraid to use it so that I can fist that concept of me right out of you.You do photograph so well.
This still doesn't take you out of the sweet man category
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