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[RhymeFairy]

You are in my thoughts, surrounded by
my love. Till death. And that, my friend
is a promise !!


You are one of a kind, the kind
that comes along once in a lifetime,
unfortunately, I cannot catch
and release the demons
deep inside that reside, only
to take my breath and my heart
with each second
upon the ever evolving carousel
of time.

peace to you my dearest friend ... *heart*

 

[ramonathompson]

This is one that just come to me. I will be submitting it to Oysters and Chocolate Magazine later.

Hope you all like it.


I Love Fucking You

When we're....
Heartbeat to heartbeat
Flesh to naked flesh
Screwing
Loving
Rubbing
My tongue licking
Tugging on nipples so very sweet and pink
My cock
9 inches and trobbing
Inside your mouth
Between your soft hands
Soon to be buried
Deep between those wet sweaty folds of your pussy
Purring hotly beneath my aching touch
It's then baby
It's then when I love you the most
Tonight
All night long
When I'm fucking you and you're fucking me
Till we both scream out
Caught in the aftermath of orgasm's ulimate fleshly pleasure


2007 Ramona Thompson

 

[tungtied2u]

I have to make this quick,
before the sickness starts creeping in
that nausea that stops you
in your tracks, when you look back
to realize you've lost
your most precious possession.

the one thing which defined you,
reminded you of your potential
to be selfless and sacrificing,
the icing on the cake.

that perfect mixture of taste
texture, sweetness
the one recipe which sated
your hunger, and to which you have
only half the ingredients.

 

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[RhymeFairy]

I want naughty.
I want cream.
I want a man,
in bed with me.

No man will do, except
my phantom love.
He comes in dreams
and fits like a glove.

On his knees,
while I drain him dry.
Kissing his head,
till I reach his pie.

Slap his ass,
tweaking his nipples
feel his cock inside
riding through ripples.

Harder, harder I grind,
to reach my peak.
Sit'n spin
till I start to leak.

Moaning, groaning
as I climb the walls.
My fingers still combing,
rubbing his balls.

Together we crash
amid kisses and praying
for another hard fuck,
with no delaying ...

 

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[wildsweetone]

...

This is a passing phase
there will be that golden door
opening around the next corner,
the one that i'll step through
into a new job of silence.
they follow the old paths,
where gardeners beget gardeners,
diabetics beget diabetics
and somehow the odd one out
seems to have one longer leg,
one poked eye,
and a screaming in the ears
that begets patience,
eventually.

 

[sellthecookie]

caution


buildings in progress
are always meek,
their bones showing,
and welding sparks
making everything look
decent. walking up
to one, you take
a snapshot, and
think you've caught it all
on film: the longing,
the tension, the fatigue,
the silence of workmen
sleeping. At midnight
when buildings are rowdy,
you feel overexposed.

 

[Tathagata]

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[Tathagata]

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[Tathagata]

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[tungtied2u]

wild heather on the hill earthbound,
but seeking still the sun,
winds drive here back,
she stands her ground
rains beat her down
yet she rises every morning
beaming, turns her face upward
basks in the simple pleasures
watching her young
growing strong and tall,
ears always open
to the call of promise
and possibilities

 

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[drown]

it's horrible
to hear the news
it's horrible
to hear it.

so i've turned off
the fucking news
so i'll no longer
fear it.

what's news is news
what's not, is too...
confusion
reigns supreme.

the arbitors
who deem it news
are not
who what they seem.

a pregnant white
done by a black
while paris can't
eat food.

the candidate
soprano's, then
see angie
in the nude.

high pressure
immigration mob
a tactical alert

why is it
that full access
cannot
mitigate my hurt.

i'm done.

pull the plug.

soap sales
is
your agenda...

blue-flicker
fallout.

 

[Tathagata]

,,,,,

 

[Preta]

hushing the mind
fingers on lips to bellicose children
P F Keds mucking through
sticky gray swamp
of unused ideas
and bogs of self pity
that dry
to cracked scaly patches
of resentment
where nothing grows
but sorrow

when the house quiets down
before we sleep
scurrying sounds from the attic
remind us
with frightful breaths
we must make sure
that those things out of sight can not escape into the sunlight
of our day

 

[RhymeFairy]

it was all punctuated
with a finger and drink
a fuck you t shirt
and safety pins in ears and eyes and noses
cocaine and pills
seeking oblivion and negating all that came before
a voice for anyone
who could play 3 chords
and voice an opinion
who had anger
resentment
heartache
for that one moment
we all listened
and validated anyone
who had the guts to tell the truth

these values stay with me
long after my voice has lost it's range
and self abuse has reduced my heart
to a rusted carburetor

we didn't change the world
we bitch slapped it
and then
sheepishly
grew old and realized
dying young wasn't noble
because no one cared

Sid wasn't a hero
he was an idiot
and thats when it all fell to pieces
we still feel like we let everyone down
this is the punk curse

This goes very deep as it hits heartchords with meaning and sadness.

Love it Tath ~

 

[tungtied2u]

She questions his sincerity.
Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde shifts
lurk in her memory, prompt
caution, give pause to commitment

toe in water is only an inch
easily immersed then removed
but neck deep another story
a hand on the head from going under

he beckons her with come hither waves
soft words flooded with insinuation
rewards for jumping in the deep end
proffers a life preserver before him

she teeters, invisible
filaments of past experience
and future promise opposed
how long will she balance in limbo

how long will he wait in the water
until skin wrinkles and eyes turn rheumy
until his words no longer entice enough
to overcome appearance

 

[Tathagata]

This goes very deep as it hits heartchords with meaning and sadness.

Love it Tath ~

That's very nice of you to say
Thank you
Glad you liked it

 

[tungtied2u]

beneath the rock waited
yellow and black, danger
busy, buzzing
but boys will be boys

curiosity cast caution
to the wind, wings swirled
stingers stampeded, so many
miniature airborne buffalo hooves
running roughshod over fields
of tender prepubescent flesh

two blurs burst through the screen door,
scream past mom, seek sanctuary
in a barricaded bedroom. Prayers are offered
to the matron saint. She answers,
each devil's death another bead on the rosary

 

[Tathagata]

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[Tathagata]

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[Tathagata]

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[RhymeFairy]

tonight,

will not be spent
alone. too many have passed
while I hunger
for you. passing by only, to let go
of what once
was ...

 

[Susan Strict]

Streams of consciousness
Faulknerian almost
roll across my keyboard
fighting to escape
the confusion of thought
from the ordered edited mind
presented to the outside world
in a never-ending unpunctuated sentence.
Stop. Right there.
Abrupt and painful it comes
in spasms short and orgasmic.
And luxuriate in the perfectly empty afterglow.

But no.
Already the jumble of thoughts and words
demands order.
Attention all,
and stand in stiff ranks
or drill like so many soldiers
on parade.

The call to battle
and out they spill
in another attack.

I wonder how many casualites there will be this time?