here i go ...

Which pic(s) should I submit next for the '08 Ladies of Lit calendar? Choices p. 243


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okay, boys ... all i meant was that jackk requested t-shirt pics. hence, those are to fulfuill his request.

share and share alike ....
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questiongrl said:
hey hey! haven't seen you for a bit ... how's it hangin'?
Not at all after that last picture. You got me in a mood to do some licking. I wish there was a woman around here that actually needed a 'release'.
 
QreeSRdr said:
Not at all after that last picture. You got me in a mood to do some licking. I wish there was a woman around here that actually needed a 'release'.

what woman doesn't need a release!
have i entered the twilight zone?!?!?!
;)
 
You can call it the twilight zone if you want to. As long as it involves you, that black mesh thing, my toungue, your hands on the back of my head pushing my face harder into you and a lot of screaming about 'more' or something to that affect.
;)
 
QreeSRdr said:
You can call it the twilight zone if you want to. As long as it involves you, that black mesh thing, my toungue, your hands on the back of my head pushing my face harder into you and a lot of screaming about 'more' or something to that affect.
;)

ya know, that black mesh seems to be verrrrry popular. ok guys - victoria's secret, less than one month ago. go buy it for your ladies... comes with a cute lil thong.
 
questiongrl said:
ya know, that black mesh seems to be verrrrry popular. ok guys - victoria's secret, less than one month ago. go buy it for your ladies... comes with a cute lil thong.
Yes, I know. I am just wondering how you taste in it though.

Damn, I gotta get to bed. The missus just came into the room.
 
A Poem for U Sexy

In the wasteland of solitude, my love, quiver
shadows of your voice, illusions of your lips.
In the wasteland of solitude, from the dusts of parting
Sprout jasmines and roses of your presence

From somewhere close by, rises the warmth of your breath
and in its own aroma smolders, slowly, bit by bit.
Far-off, across the horizon, drop by glistening drop
Falls the dew of your beguiling glance.
With such overwhelming love, O my love,
your memory has placed its hand on my heart’s cheek,
that it looks as if (though it’s still the dawn of the adieu)
the sun of parting has set; the night of union has come.
 
QreeSRdr said:
Yes, I know. I am just wondering how you taste in it though.

Damn, I gotta get to bed. The missus just came into the room.

ooohhh ... sounds like someone had a CLOSE call.
:eek:
 
I was murdered in Darkest lane

I longed for your lips, dreamed of their roses:
I was hanged from the dry branch of the scaffold.
I wanted to touch your hands, their silver light:
I was murdered in the half-light of dim lanes.

And there where you were crucified,
so far away from my words,
you still were beautiful:
color kept clinging to your lips–
rapture was still vivid in your hair–
light remained silvering in your hands.

When the night of cruelty merged with the roads you had taked,
I came as far as my feet could bring me,
on my lips the phrase of a song,
my heart lit up only by sorrow.
This sorrow was my testimony to your beauty–
Look ! I remained a witness till the end,
I who was killed in the darkest lanes.

It’s true– that not to reach you was fate–
but who’ll deny that to love you
was entirely in my hands?
So why complain if these matters of desire
brought me inevitably to the execution grounds?

Why complain? Holding up our sorrows as banners,
new lovers will emerge
from the lanes where we were killed
and embark, in caravans, on those highways of desire.
It’s because of them that we shortened the distances of sorrow,
it’s because of them that we went out to make the world our own,
we who were murdered in the darkest lanes.
 
Surprizer said:
In the wasteland of solitude, my love, quiver
shadows of your voice, illusions of your lips.
In the wasteland of solitude, from the dusts of parting
Sprout jasmines and roses of your presence

From somewhere close by, rises the warmth of your breath
and in its own aroma smolders, slowly, bit by bit.
Far-off, across the horizon, drop by glistening drop
Falls the dew of your beguiling glance.
With such overwhelming love, O my love,
your memory has placed its hand on my heart’s cheek,
that it looks as if (though it’s still the dawn of the adieu)
the sun of parting has set; the night of union has come.
absolutely beautiful ghazal, surprizer.
thank you.
 
U Know!

questiongrl said:
absolutely beautiful ghazal, surprizer.
thank you.
Glad that u know Ghazal, My life its a poem not Ghazal...But at least you are Sexy wid brains too. Impressed :kiss: :kiss:
 
questiongrl said:
hey spyro ... haven't seen you here before. welcome!
:catgrin:
Yep, first time woo hoo.... and its quite wonderful... i expect you will see me around :kiss:
 
wantedu812 said:
Have any pics of you and your hubby? or is this just voyeur... your much too pretty to be alone

yes, but not sharing them! most are for the private collection ONLY.
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questiongrl said:
and a coupla pics i forgot to post today ... too busy with the sketches!

these are for jackk (who, of course, is now out of town. oh well!) ...
:kiss:
Holy frijoles, QG! Wow, these shots are superb (thanks in great part to what's underneath the shirt, of course). I wish I had time for more than a drive-by perv, but I have work in the a.m. This is a wonderful just-before-bed sight, though. Thanks.
 
rootsfan said:
Holy frijoles, QG! Wow, these shots are superb (thanks in great part to what's underneath the shirt, of course). I wish I had time for more than a drive-by perv, but I have work in the a.m. This is a wonderful just-before-bed sight, though. Thanks.
nighty-night, babe!
:kiss:
 
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