Happy Birthday Impressive!

Belegon

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Happy Birthday, my love.

While it may be true that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, your name here fits so well... for you truly are impressive, and not just to me. Nor in any single way.

Whether about your smile, your kisses, your writing or your advocacy... impressive is an apt name.

May your day be as beautiful as your soul.

Happy Birthday, my love. :kiss::rose:
 
Ningodawaazi Dibishkaawin! :rose:

(I still wanna be like you when I grow up)
 
Happy birthday to a beautiful soul! May all your wishes comes true!:kiss::rose::heart:
 
Yay - I made it in on the first page!
Happy happy birthday dearest Imp - and many many more to come.
x
V
 
Happy birthday, Imp. Now that I've seen your superhero disguise, I understand so much better. ;) :rose:
 
HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEXY.

HOPE IT'S ONE OF THE BEST EVER!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
 
I wish you the happiest of birthdays... I hope that you get all that you wish for in the deepest part of your heart and soul :rose:
 
Happy Birthday Imp. Luv u lots. keeses.



conversation strewn like sand upon the beach
let me shape the castle
and crown you queen

say unto pleasure
impulsive my desire
to taste the sense of you

scattered words debauched
by moans and groans
centered on your sex

your soul
don't speak of madness
fondled gentle is the caress

ungentle is the bite in need
eating at sanity
no need with primal urge

all senses one
grated thoughts an agony
shards of sensible left lying

upon floor-strewn rumpled sheets
flaunting sinuous shapes
complex curves

spend a lifetime exploring
tortured words torn
from lips that would rather kiss

than talk
at least until the crest has broken
broken need

into simple elements
bright and shiny and
kiss once more
 
Happy Birthday Imp. Luv u lots. keeses.



conversation strewn like sand upon the beach
let me shape the castle
and crown you queen

say unto pleasure
impulsive my desire
to taste the sense of you

scattered words debauched
by moans and groans
centered on your sex

your soul
don't speak of madness
fondled gentle is the caress

ungentle is the bite in need
eating at sanity
no need with primal urge

all senses one
grated thoughts an agony
shards of sensible left lying

upon floor-strewn rumpled sheets
flaunting sinuous shapes
complex curves

spend a lifetime exploring
tortured words torn
from lips that would rather kiss

than talk
at least until the crest has broken
broken need

into simple elements
bright and shiny and
kiss once more

my love is napping. She'll enjoy this upon her waking. But I can think of something that would make a good present from you, Fool... I seem to remember discussions about collecting someone's works for publication? Hmmm? Poke poke motherfucker. :D (and yeah, I did this in public deliberately. That way everybody else will poke you too.)
 
my love is napping. She'll enjoy this upon her waking. But I can think of something that would make a good present from you, Fool... I seem to remember discussions about collecting someone's works for publication? Hmmm? Poke poke motherfucker. :D (and yeah, I did this in public deliberately. That way everybody else will poke you too.)

I send you guys what I have so far. I work on it as I can. I think you can at least get a feel for where it is going.
 
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