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Lost
over
vital
emotions
A reminder to me what you give up when you fall for someone. Then there is then gathering of self when it end and the question why...there is no one the blame...for what does that gain...it's over it's done...time to get out of the sad and walk again and remember it is but the past...never to be felt again.
Love..what a word
over
vital
emotions
A reminder to me what you give up when you fall for someone. Then there is then gathering of self when it end and the question why...there is no one the blame...for what does that gain...it's over it's done...time to get out of the sad and walk again and remember it is but the past...never to be felt again.
Love..what a word
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Honky Tonk Queen
She was the future so I thought
till she raised her scepter of a long
neck as the neon bar lights lite her
palace. On her bar stool throne
she ruled the night. I played her
jester while the honky tonk music
filled the night. When one came
and the lights came on the my Queen
was not at her throne. What I fool I
was dancing her to her two step waltz.
Never plan your life around a bar stool
queen, for she will soon leave alone on the
dance room floor. Her nights are the bright
lights of a neon lite bar. She will tell you she
love you as you buy another round and when
one o’clock comes around she’ll be in another
arms, leaving her jester behind. So, never
plan you love around a bar stool queen.
She was the future so I thought
till she raised her scepter of a long
neck as the neon bar lights lite her
palace. On her bar stool throne
she ruled the night. I played her
jester while the honky tonk music
filled the night. When one came
and the lights came on the my Queen
was not at her throne. What I fool I
was dancing her to her two step waltz.
Never plan your life around a bar stool
queen, for she will soon leave alone on the
dance room floor. Her nights are the bright
lights of a neon lite bar. She will tell you she
love you as you buy another round and when
one o’clock comes around she’ll be in another
arms, leaving her jester behind. So, never
plan you love around a bar stool queen.
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Dedicated to: One who tried to kill me, One who gave me up when she had her own, the one who I thought was my 1st love as she found her way to another's bed. One who after 24 years left me emotional dead inside and Those who found new ways to send me to the Rock Bottom Saloon.
LustfulOne50
My new Address
Your love has taken me to rock bottom and I feel it must be my new address for you have taken me there so many times and now the blues are my friends and the heartaches are my neighbors and the tears water the stone garden there so, I am not alone here at rock bottom I have all my old friends here. Right next door is the Rock Bottom Saloon where the juke box moans low and softly "I am so lonesome, I could cry" all day and night now everyday of my life I find its swinging doors always open and the beer a flowing living here next door at the Rock Bottom Saloon.
Poetry is my form of expressing the mood Im in..and this was a momentary mood last nite. Life must go forward in search of anew for to stay locked in the past will only leave you next door to the Rock Bottom Saloon. LustfulOne60
LustfulOne50
My new Address
Your love has taken me to rock bottom and I feel it must be my new address for you have taken me there so many times and now the blues are my friends and the heartaches are my neighbors and the tears water the stone garden there so, I am not alone here at rock bottom I have all my old friends here. Right next door is the Rock Bottom Saloon where the juke box moans low and softly "I am so lonesome, I could cry" all day and night now everyday of my life I find its swinging doors always open and the beer a flowing living here next door at the Rock Bottom Saloon.
Poetry is my form of expressing the mood Im in..and this was a momentary mood last nite. Life must go forward in search of anew for to stay locked in the past will only leave you next door to the Rock Bottom Saloon. LustfulOne60
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Good morning writers...Ladies
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Someone brought up Bj while shaving...LOL be care of you wish...LOL
For here is what happened to me....LOL
Part 5 of 5
The Bathroom Attack
by LustfulOne50..true story
We slept until mid morning. I woke first, gazing at her beauty as she lay beside me. Thinking about our night of sheer bliss and what she had taught me. I could not hold to just looking at her I quietly over and kissed her on the cheek trying not to wake her. As I roll away she put her arm around me neck and roll towards me giving me a warm good morning kiss with her eyes still closed in turn I kissed both them. She snuggled in closer to me putting with her leg over me as I held her tightly we rested longer. We were both still humming inside. When she finally got up she asked if I was hunger, after a night like that I could have eaten a horse, but I did not tell her that. I said yes of course. She wanted me to rest more, so she put on her clothes and dashed out the door. I think she wanted to show off her new glow. I did not lay in bed long after she left I went to the bathroom to freshen up for her and look at the gifts she left on my back. I stood at the sink washing my face preparing to shave. I found the complimentary razor and lathered up, what I did not know was she had come back into the room quietly thinking I was still asleep.
She watched near the bathroom door as I stood naked at the sink trying to remove my morning stubble. Cat like she removed her clothes as I stood humming to myself intently lost in a good shave. She moves under sink and without touching my manhood with her hand she sucked it in and bit it. I came unglued, I jumped so far back from the sink I almost fell in the toilet. When I looked under the sink there she was smiling, before she soon broke into laughter. Yes, she had gotten me good and it took awhile for me to laugh as I had to check my face for bleeding. We made our way to the shower and like a couple of over sexed kids, as we took turns washing each other. I as watched the water flow down her body. I knelt before her as the waters flowed and pull her dark hair patch toward me. as I sank my tongue into it probing for her sweet morsel of clit. As I probed she placed her foot on the edge of tub allowing me access to her. She withered and moaned as she pulled my head tighter to her. Finally she let go with short cry and found it hard to stand up and I caught her before she fell. She gladly returned the pleasure. We toweled each other off and headed for her breakfast. It was cold, but we did not notice. We took the bus back to the village that afternoon and went to her apartment, where we crawled into bed and crashed in the others' arms till the evening.
The End For Now
For here is what happened to me....LOL
Part 5 of 5
The Bathroom Attack
by LustfulOne50..true story
We slept until mid morning. I woke first, gazing at her beauty as she lay beside me. Thinking about our night of sheer bliss and what she had taught me. I could not hold to just looking at her I quietly over and kissed her on the cheek trying not to wake her. As I roll away she put her arm around me neck and roll towards me giving me a warm good morning kiss with her eyes still closed in turn I kissed both them. She snuggled in closer to me putting with her leg over me as I held her tightly we rested longer. We were both still humming inside. When she finally got up she asked if I was hunger, after a night like that I could have eaten a horse, but I did not tell her that. I said yes of course. She wanted me to rest more, so she put on her clothes and dashed out the door. I think she wanted to show off her new glow. I did not lay in bed long after she left I went to the bathroom to freshen up for her and look at the gifts she left on my back. I stood at the sink washing my face preparing to shave. I found the complimentary razor and lathered up, what I did not know was she had come back into the room quietly thinking I was still asleep.
She watched near the bathroom door as I stood naked at the sink trying to remove my morning stubble. Cat like she removed her clothes as I stood humming to myself intently lost in a good shave. She moves under sink and without touching my manhood with her hand she sucked it in and bit it. I came unglued, I jumped so far back from the sink I almost fell in the toilet. When I looked under the sink there she was smiling, before she soon broke into laughter. Yes, she had gotten me good and it took awhile for me to laugh as I had to check my face for bleeding. We made our way to the shower and like a couple of over sexed kids, as we took turns washing each other. I as watched the water flow down her body. I knelt before her as the waters flowed and pull her dark hair patch toward me. as I sank my tongue into it probing for her sweet morsel of clit. As I probed she placed her foot on the edge of tub allowing me access to her. She withered and moaned as she pulled my head tighter to her. Finally she let go with short cry and found it hard to stand up and I caught her before she fell. She gladly returned the pleasure. We toweled each other off and headed for her breakfast. It was cold, but we did not notice. We took the bus back to the village that afternoon and went to her apartment, where we crawled into bed and crashed in the others' arms till the evening.
The End For Now
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Good afternoon all..Ladies and ^5 Gents
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I know someone in dire need of a good old fashion hand to ass spanking....mmmm my sweet and sexy as always Dumpling
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Question to all you wonderful writers;
Is is that makes sex so wanton the prelude, the act or the afterglow and why and the emotions felt that make it so...?
Is is that makes sex so wanton the prelude, the act or the afterglow and why and the emotions felt that make it so...?
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I have only one female ever attempted to answer this piece..and she did it very well..see if you can answer back to it.
The Keeper of the Night
By the Ghost(LustfulOne50)
Yes, My love I’m The Keeper of the Night. My forces protect your sleep as I stand at the foot of your bed an gaze upon your beauty while you sleep and wish to be your lover. I wish I could touch you as a real man should, to feel your inner warmth. I can send my cool breeze at night to pass over you allowing me to pass over you to feel you goose bumps, but to touch your heart is what I want. Many, many times before this I stood out side your window and watch over you. Tonight you invited me here for me be your lover and I wish you could wipe the tear from my cheek for this joy you have presented. I am only a spirit, a shadow the ageless one who will be gone at dawns light. You can me see pass in a glimpse or feel my airy touch at night, but never hold me as I wish you could. Oh yes, you have see me but in different forms. I have came to you as a clown in your dreams to cheer you when you were sad. As the mystery man who leaves you the flowers to gladden you when your heart has been broken. Your mentor who helps you with your decisions in life. The knight in shining armor who saves your day and carries you to safety. I have played many roles for you my love. Oh. how I wish to curl my fingers in your hair and smell its sweetness, to taste of your soft lips, to look into your beautiful eyes,to cup your breasts in warm hands and par take of them as I have seen real men do and to place myself in you and give you joy as your lovers do. Yes. my love, I stand here with a tear wishing I could be your total lover. Well my sweet I will be here for you at night to carry out your wishes and protect your night. For when you feel the cool breeze at night pass over you it’s only me wishing to hold you. When you hug yourself from the chill, maybe if your quick you may feel me pass by in want of you.
Good night my sweet I be here for you
Love
The Keeper of Night
The Keeper of the Night
By the Ghost(LustfulOne50)
Yes, My love I’m The Keeper of the Night. My forces protect your sleep as I stand at the foot of your bed an gaze upon your beauty while you sleep and wish to be your lover. I wish I could touch you as a real man should, to feel your inner warmth. I can send my cool breeze at night to pass over you allowing me to pass over you to feel you goose bumps, but to touch your heart is what I want. Many, many times before this I stood out side your window and watch over you. Tonight you invited me here for me be your lover and I wish you could wipe the tear from my cheek for this joy you have presented. I am only a spirit, a shadow the ageless one who will be gone at dawns light. You can me see pass in a glimpse or feel my airy touch at night, but never hold me as I wish you could. Oh yes, you have see me but in different forms. I have came to you as a clown in your dreams to cheer you when you were sad. As the mystery man who leaves you the flowers to gladden you when your heart has been broken. Your mentor who helps you with your decisions in life. The knight in shining armor who saves your day and carries you to safety. I have played many roles for you my love. Oh. how I wish to curl my fingers in your hair and smell its sweetness, to taste of your soft lips, to look into your beautiful eyes,to cup your breasts in warm hands and par take of them as I have seen real men do and to place myself in you and give you joy as your lovers do. Yes. my love, I stand here with a tear wishing I could be your total lover. Well my sweet I will be here for you at night to carry out your wishes and protect your night. For when you feel the cool breeze at night pass over you it’s only me wishing to hold you. When you hug yourself from the chill, maybe if your quick you may feel me pass by in want of you.
Good night my sweet I be here for you
Love
The Keeper of Night
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Good morning Night Owls or early birds...Ladies and ^5 Gents
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Respects to a lady...
Very nice story, oh Keeper of the Night....
Here's one for you in return...
I awaken from a restless night of haunting dreams and find a red rose on my pillow. I smile as I take the rose and bring it to my face, feeling the soft petals against my cheek and drinking in the sweet fragrance. I close my eyes and try to concentrate on the images from my dreams, before they vanish from my conscious thought. Wondering at the magic that has invaded my slumber. I am startled from my reverie as a thorn from the rose sinks deep into my palm.
I quickly band some cloth around the wound. The bleeding stops quickly, but I continue to feel it throughout the day - warm and pulsing, almost as if it is spreading your touch throughout my body. I spend the day wondering at what it all means and if you will visit me again tonight.
I return to my chamber to sleep that night...I enjoy a glass of mulled wine in front of the crackling fire before lay down in bed and go to sleep...
My dream does not unfold clearly for me this night...I seem to catch only flashes...images...light on the water...the wind in the trees...rose petals falling into the river...and flashing eyes everywhere, watching me. The dream starts to turn more erotic...candlelight...firelight...hands on my body, gently caressing...soft kisses on my nipples...
I awaken with a start, and as my vision slowly adjusts to the light, and I pass between the veils that separate fantasy and reality, I see a cloaked figure, sitting in a chair by the dying fire. Suddenly the fireplace erupts into flames. My whole body seems to be alive with that fire, but I can't tell if it's from the heat of the actual flames, or from the memories of a soft touch on my skin. My mind tries desperately to sort it all out. Was this a dream? Or was it really you touching me, driving my body to this frenzy of excitement? Or perhaps I am still dreaming...
You sit calmly by the fire watching me, seeming to know every thought that crosses my mind. Your eyes seem to glow and I wonder if it is the firelight reflecting in them or if it is something deeper. A chill runs through my body at the thought of your eyes glowing with their own heat.
A voice now speaks from the silence, "This is the time...Come to me..."
The words echo in my mind. I can't tell if you said them out loud, or if you somehow said them in my mind. I hesitate for a moment, realizing how little I know about you, and this magic that seems to be overtaking me...
"Come to ME..."
My whole world seems to be filled with those three simple words, somehow managing to be a command, a seductive invitation, and my own desire all at the same time. I untangle myself from the sheets on the bed and my thin nightgown. I find myself walking slowly towards you, unsure of my own motives, only knowing that I need to be close to you.
A warm seductive smile plays across your lips as I approach. You can see the outline of my long legs through my thin silk shift as I come closer and closer. When I stand before you, you reach out and take my hand in yours and bring it to your mouth. You gently kiss the back of my hand. The warmth of the fire and your touch seep into my body.
You lock gazes with me and watch for my reaction as you turn my hand over and bring my palm up towards your lips. I can feel your warm breath on me before your tongue licks seductively across my skin. I gasp and flinch at the intensity and intimacy of the contact, but I do not pull away. Your tongue swirls around, warm and soft, over the spot where the thorn pierced my skin. The arousal I felt in my "dream" continues to grow and it feels as though your heat courses through my entire body.
"I have come for you, my lady", you say into my mind.
"Who are you?", I ask in wonder.
"I am the night; I am the mist; I am your purest fantasy; I am your darkest desire. Give yourself to me..."
"I don't understand this, mi'lord...show me...", my voice drifts off breathlessly.
I feel myself sinking slowly to the warm rug at your feet, almost as if your hands were guiding me. Yet the only contact between us is your hypnotic stare, which sends pulses of heat into my soft body. I lean into you, my hard nipples making contact with your solid legs. This reassures me that you are real, and not just some figment of my imagination.
I press closer, reveling in the feel of the contact between us. You brush my long hair aside, and I raise my head, loosing myself in your steady gaze...
-LadyAquila
Very nice story, oh Keeper of the Night....
Here's one for you in return...
I awaken from a restless night of haunting dreams and find a red rose on my pillow. I smile as I take the rose and bring it to my face, feeling the soft petals against my cheek and drinking in the sweet fragrance. I close my eyes and try to concentrate on the images from my dreams, before they vanish from my conscious thought. Wondering at the magic that has invaded my slumber. I am startled from my reverie as a thorn from the rose sinks deep into my palm.
I quickly band some cloth around the wound. The bleeding stops quickly, but I continue to feel it throughout the day - warm and pulsing, almost as if it is spreading your touch throughout my body. I spend the day wondering at what it all means and if you will visit me again tonight.
I return to my chamber to sleep that night...I enjoy a glass of mulled wine in front of the crackling fire before lay down in bed and go to sleep...
My dream does not unfold clearly for me this night...I seem to catch only flashes...images...light on the water...the wind in the trees...rose petals falling into the river...and flashing eyes everywhere, watching me. The dream starts to turn more erotic...candlelight...firelight...hands on my body, gently caressing...soft kisses on my nipples...
I awaken with a start, and as my vision slowly adjusts to the light, and I pass between the veils that separate fantasy and reality, I see a cloaked figure, sitting in a chair by the dying fire. Suddenly the fireplace erupts into flames. My whole body seems to be alive with that fire, but I can't tell if it's from the heat of the actual flames, or from the memories of a soft touch on my skin. My mind tries desperately to sort it all out. Was this a dream? Or was it really you touching me, driving my body to this frenzy of excitement? Or perhaps I am still dreaming...
You sit calmly by the fire watching me, seeming to know every thought that crosses my mind. Your eyes seem to glow and I wonder if it is the firelight reflecting in them or if it is something deeper. A chill runs through my body at the thought of your eyes glowing with their own heat.
A voice now speaks from the silence, "This is the time...Come to me..."
The words echo in my mind. I can't tell if you said them out loud, or if you somehow said them in my mind. I hesitate for a moment, realizing how little I know about you, and this magic that seems to be overtaking me...
"Come to ME..."
My whole world seems to be filled with those three simple words, somehow managing to be a command, a seductive invitation, and my own desire all at the same time. I untangle myself from the sheets on the bed and my thin nightgown. I find myself walking slowly towards you, unsure of my own motives, only knowing that I need to be close to you.
A warm seductive smile plays across your lips as I approach. You can see the outline of my long legs through my thin silk shift as I come closer and closer. When I stand before you, you reach out and take my hand in yours and bring it to your mouth. You gently kiss the back of my hand. The warmth of the fire and your touch seep into my body.
You lock gazes with me and watch for my reaction as you turn my hand over and bring my palm up towards your lips. I can feel your warm breath on me before your tongue licks seductively across my skin. I gasp and flinch at the intensity and intimacy of the contact, but I do not pull away. Your tongue swirls around, warm and soft, over the spot where the thorn pierced my skin. The arousal I felt in my "dream" continues to grow and it feels as though your heat courses through my entire body.
"I have come for you, my lady", you say into my mind.
"Who are you?", I ask in wonder.
"I am the night; I am the mist; I am your purest fantasy; I am your darkest desire. Give yourself to me..."
"I don't understand this, mi'lord...show me...", my voice drifts off breathlessly.
I feel myself sinking slowly to the warm rug at your feet, almost as if your hands were guiding me. Yet the only contact between us is your hypnotic stare, which sends pulses of heat into my soft body. I lean into you, my hard nipples making contact with your solid legs. This reassures me that you are real, and not just some figment of my imagination.
I press closer, reveling in the feel of the contact between us. You brush my long hair aside, and I raise my head, loosing myself in your steady gaze...
-LadyAquila
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MMMM A coffee break with sweet Dumpling...nothing could be finer.
SSSSS all over.
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Time for me to go for a bit...I allowed someone to get deep within me and as the story goes she lied but apologized, but it doesn't stop on a dime...Time for a break...even a hard core romantic can get hurt....later folks
Have a great day...
Have a great day...
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY
LUSTFULONE!!!
I hope the day has treated you extra special
and that all your tomorrow's are even better.
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LUSTFULONE!!!
I hope the day has treated you extra special
and that all your tomorrow's are even better.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY
LUSTFULONE!!!
I hope the day has treated you extra special
and that all your tomorrow's are even better.
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Love the cake it's as sweet as you baby
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A nice thank you for caring my sweet friend ...
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The Box
It had sat for years with its' hinges coated with rust and a lock on it that was almost impregnable. The room that it set in had grown cold, but it must have seen light and warmth once for there were dead roses there. The fireplace bore old ashes meaning that a fire was lit there once. The room was littered with unfinished works of art and poems of love. The room looked liked as though someone closed the door on a Friday and never came back.
There came to its' door a beautiful lady whose spirit seemed to fit the lock to the room door. She entered it knocking away the cobwebs and proceeded to assess her find. Her light shown brightly in the room. Her took all the old unfinished works and placed them in the fireplace and started fire where none had been for a long time. She sweeped out all the old dust and cobwebs. She polished everything inside and made it gleam. She even replace all the dry dead roses with fresh cut ones from her garden. Finally in the corner she found the box. There she slowly removed the rust lovingly and with care. When she placed her finger soft and tenderly on the lock it fell open to her as if it had been waiting for her. Carefully and with some nervousness she slowly opened the old box. Finally open, it looked empty, but in the corner deep inside there was a package of warmth and love. Reaching in she gently picked it up and held it to her breast. She could feel its’ beating as it came to life. Raising it to her sweet lips she breathed more life into it. The warmth and love responded quickly lighting the room and providing her with more warmth. It knew this was her room and it wanted her there forever. The love made it cozy her and she knew this was her room and it was meant for her. She gladly accepted her new found warmth and love for it was hers and it was given freely to her. She allowed it to enter her and remain forever. Her spirit as his had found where they belong. The room soon was soon fill with great works of love and to a perfection unknown to it before. Oh, as for the box it never closed again, for the love and warmth that had been buried deep inside had found their home and it was with her.
Thank You, My Love For Finding The Box
Love LustfulOne
It had sat for years with its' hinges coated with rust and a lock on it that was almost impregnable. The room that it set in had grown cold, but it must have seen light and warmth once for there were dead roses there. The fireplace bore old ashes meaning that a fire was lit there once. The room was littered with unfinished works of art and poems of love. The room looked liked as though someone closed the door on a Friday and never came back.
There came to its' door a beautiful lady whose spirit seemed to fit the lock to the room door. She entered it knocking away the cobwebs and proceeded to assess her find. Her light shown brightly in the room. Her took all the old unfinished works and placed them in the fireplace and started fire where none had been for a long time. She sweeped out all the old dust and cobwebs. She polished everything inside and made it gleam. She even replace all the dry dead roses with fresh cut ones from her garden. Finally in the corner she found the box. There she slowly removed the rust lovingly and with care. When she placed her finger soft and tenderly on the lock it fell open to her as if it had been waiting for her. Carefully and with some nervousness she slowly opened the old box. Finally open, it looked empty, but in the corner deep inside there was a package of warmth and love. Reaching in she gently picked it up and held it to her breast. She could feel its’ beating as it came to life. Raising it to her sweet lips she breathed more life into it. The warmth and love responded quickly lighting the room and providing her with more warmth. It knew this was her room and it wanted her there forever. The love made it cozy her and she knew this was her room and it was meant for her. She gladly accepted her new found warmth and love for it was hers and it was given freely to her. She allowed it to enter her and remain forever. Her spirit as his had found where they belong. The room soon was soon fill with great works of love and to a perfection unknown to it before. Oh, as for the box it never closed again, for the love and warmth that had been buried deep inside had found their home and it was with her.
Thank You, My Love For Finding The Box
Love LustfulOne
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