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destinie21
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perks said:
here's to you good luck and more.
darkmaas
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Oooooh
I bet you would love all of us well bred literary rhymsters to come and help out at the opening. I see that Angeline is already dressed for the party. Can I bring Viola and Violetta? Will there be a salad bar? (They don't approve of what happens to lettuce behind those swinging doors.)
If the Fool shows up, I promise that we'll be good. No spicy rhymes that might scare a paying customer. Maybe Rybka and I could recite some lavalamp poems. (Hope you aren't thinking of caviar.) That's always a crowd pleaser.
See you there!
darkmaas
I bet you would love all of us well bred literary rhymsters to come and help out at the opening. I see that Angeline is already dressed for the party. Can I bring Viola and Violetta? Will there be a salad bar? (They don't approve of what happens to lettuce behind those swinging doors.)
If the Fool shows up, I promise that we'll be good. No spicy rhymes that might scare a paying customer. Maybe Rybka and I could recite some lavalamp poems. (Hope you aren't thinking of caviar.) That's always a crowd pleaser.
See you there!
darkmaas
champagne1982
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Bonne chance belle canarde.... Quack!
Lauren Hynde
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Yay! Congratulations, Perks. 
Disposa Girl
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Mon cher, the thought of an evening entraînant une scène avec you et mon aimé, Foncé, replete with single malt and cigars is, well, un peu intimidant. While Disposa does favor a grand entrance and would love to sip bubbly at le nouveau restaurant du canarde de ruche, she must decline, preferring a more intime preprandial.
Perhaps another little foray in the comfort of your delightful new camion instead. I have a bit more Bombay Sapphire chilling, and I need to check your radio again. I don't think I've pushed all the buttons yet.
a bientot cherie,
dg
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The_Fool
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Disposa Girl said:Perhaps another little foray in the comfort of your delightful new camion instead. I have a bit more Bombay Sapphire chilling, and I need to check your radio again. I don't think I've pushed all the buttons yet.
a bientot cherie,
dg
We both must have been intoxicated. Either with drink or each other. It was only today that I found an interesting station on the XM called "Bluesville." It only goes to show how much you turn my head and distract my focus from meaningless trivialities. I breathlessly await the opportunity to give you another ride...
Disposa Girl
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Ok mon fool, the coast is clear,
L'Angeline no longer here.
The gin is icy cold, and I've
brought cystal, too. I'm
feeling je ne se quois bebe,
a little flushed a little bold,
et tu?
And by the way I'm wearing
my tight blue jeans avec
my gingham belly shirt, mon
cowboy hat, and heels: Disposa
feel an itch to flirt appropriately
in costume that sartorially
appeals.
So let me climb aboard, cherie,
turn up the blues; I'll close
my eyes and sway. We'll start
your engine, mais mon couer, stay--
I need to check to see if I've
remembered triviality so we can
play.
Turn up the blues so fine
and mellow, hush and listen
to the rain, and turn the key,
accelerate the joy and pain,
the breath and gin. Hush now,
don't explain.
L'Angeline no longer here.
The gin is icy cold, and I've
brought cystal, too. I'm
feeling je ne se quois bebe,
a little flushed a little bold,
et tu?
And by the way I'm wearing
my tight blue jeans avec
my gingham belly shirt, mon
cowboy hat, and heels: Disposa
feel an itch to flirt appropriately
in costume that sartorially
appeals.
So let me climb aboard, cherie,
turn up the blues; I'll close
my eyes and sway. We'll start
your engine, mais mon couer, stay--
I need to check to see if I've
remembered triviality so we can
play.
Turn up the blues so fine
and mellow, hush and listen
to the rain, and turn the key,
accelerate the joy and pain,
the breath and gin. Hush now,
don't explain.
The_Fool
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Driving home last night,
windows down,
blues in the background.
I felt a hand brush my cheek.
I heard a soft "mon cher"
and felt the lightest brush
of a kiss.
The smell of junipers
faintly distant
caressed my senses.
I felt the easing of tension
in my back
in my neck
as if two hands
worked my shoulders
two lips
caressed my cheek
two breasts pressed
against my back
as two arms
wrapped tight
around my chest.
Leaning back with a smile,
I watched the taillights fade
into the distance.
I heard the lonesome blues fade
into my memories.
For DG,
The memories that we make,
haunt me,
torment me,
leave me mute,
and wanting more.
fool for love...
windows down,
blues in the background.
I felt a hand brush my cheek.
I heard a soft "mon cher"
and felt the lightest brush
of a kiss.
The smell of junipers
faintly distant
caressed my senses.
I felt the easing of tension
in my back
in my neck
as if two hands
worked my shoulders
two lips
caressed my cheek
two breasts pressed
against my back
as two arms
wrapped tight
around my chest.
Leaning back with a smile,
I watched the taillights fade
into the distance.
I heard the lonesome blues fade
into my memories.
For DG,
The memories that we make,
haunt me,
torment me,
leave me mute,
and wanting more.
fool for love...
Disposa Girl
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He's Funny That Way
the wind whispered
hush
against the corner
of his mouth
but breath
as soft as skin
invited in
mon coeur
the beat of heart
the hiss of rain
the midnight blur
of blues of pain
opens its hands
mon coeur
toujours invites
amour
enwrapped
enraptured
slipped and slick
delicious detail
feign
denied
all given
all implied
in notes that float
moan
slide
into your arms
in funk and fallow
indigo so blue so low
abide
I ain't got nothin
but the ride
ride
ride
the wind whispered
hush
against the corner
of his mouth
but breath
as soft as skin
invited in
mon coeur
the beat of heart
the hiss of rain
the midnight blur
of blues of pain
opens its hands
mon coeur
toujours invites
amour
enwrapped
enraptured
slipped and slick
delicious detail
feign
denied
all given
all implied
in notes that float
moan
slide
into your arms
in funk and fallow
indigo so blue so low
abide
I ain't got nothin
but the ride
ride
ride
The_Fool
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How ironic
Disposa darling,
Only the best Dom Perignon for you...
A languid hand
Holds the champagne flute
Pressed to ruby lips
That glisten
As she slowly takes a sip.
She licks her lips
And enigmatically smiles at me
Through amber bubbles,
Keeping her thoughts
A mystery.
Coquettish woman
Let me see those eyes,
Disguised
By long luscious lashes.
Eyes that speak
Of innocence,
And decadence.
Her rich toned voice
Cultured and smooth
Calls to my passion
In a fashion
That leaves me burning
With a fire
Of desire.
Fluid motion
As she crosses her legs,
Wearing formal attire,
An innocent movement
At once refined
And erotic.
Send my thoughts
Along roads
I’d best not think of
Traveling
For now.
I fill her glass,
She thanks me,
Touching my hand
So lightly,
Driving me close to madness,
With my desire,
To taste her mouth,
caress her curves,
slake my thirst,
For her.
Casual words
In conversation
Disguise desires
Expressed by bodies
With tension
And expression.
With one last toast
We drain our flutes,
Carefully place napkins
And stroll away,
Arm in arm,
Casually.
Disposa darling,
Only the best Dom Perignon for you...
A languid hand
Holds the champagne flute
Pressed to ruby lips
That glisten
As she slowly takes a sip.
She licks her lips
And enigmatically smiles at me
Through amber bubbles,
Keeping her thoughts
A mystery.
Coquettish woman
Let me see those eyes,
Disguised
By long luscious lashes.
Eyes that speak
Of innocence,
And decadence.
Her rich toned voice
Cultured and smooth
Calls to my passion
In a fashion
That leaves me burning
With a fire
Of desire.
Fluid motion
As she crosses her legs,
Wearing formal attire,
An innocent movement
At once refined
And erotic.
Send my thoughts
Along roads
I’d best not think of
Traveling
For now.
I fill her glass,
She thanks me,
Touching my hand
So lightly,
Driving me close to madness,
With my desire,
To taste her mouth,
caress her curves,
slake my thirst,
For her.
Casual words
In conversation
Disguise desires
Expressed by bodies
With tension
And expression.
With one last toast
We drain our flutes,
Carefully place napkins
And stroll away,
Arm in arm,
Casually.
