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***** I Look FORWARD, And Understand BACK. ***** My philosophy: Try everything at least once, as long as it causes no harm to others and I enjoy, then I do it over and over again.
"Poetry in Motion"; is the descriptive I give of myself. My talk, my walk, and my personality. I try to live my life through rose colored glasses because it represents my reality. I know it is difficult to understand, yet, when you hear so much negativity and see the destruction in the world, you want to seek the good things, the good people, and the good life. I seek, I find, I have happiness. My biggest fault is that I tend to look for the good in people. Yet, please do not mistake my sympathy and understanding of mankind as unintelligence. There lies the difference. Oh! And please take a moment and sign the guestbook. ****************** *********** *************************************************************************
ICE CREAM LOVIN'
So cold and tasty, whimsically satisfying.
A chill runs through, orgasmically fortifying.
Melting in the mouth, and sliding right down.
Butter pecan love, nutted but not chokingly bound.
Shaped in its perfecion, upside down waffle cone.
Chocolate love dripping over, no longer a need to roam.
Licking down a double scoop, and never a need to share.
Vanilla love spilled all over, a richly edible affair.
Positioned cherry, placed on top, and through the cream it seeps.
Brrrr, ice cream lovin' melted all over, and the cherry hidden so deep.
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WET DREAMS
Creep into my night like a loved sick prowler.
Cover my bed with petals fresh lilly flower.
Seek entrance through my window left ajar
for your invasion.
Dream like love making, you and me in
this equation.
Knowing that I wait for you. No time is
of the essence.
Within my thoughts, within my dreams
the smell of your cologne an erotic
presence.
Believe there is no other who possesses
love-making so intense.
Patient dream prowler of mine, in-tuned
with sexual pretense.
Be still my captured soul. The words
whispered roughly in my ear.
Taking heed to your commands, abiding
with erotic fear.
No muscle shall contract, only your movement is made.
Precious jewels words from a card, deeply within
you invade.
Moistened brow, heated breath, trickled loving below,
From our midnight to rising sun, and only then you go.
A feeling so real like reality touched, it seems.
Not reality, my prowler of love, but you in my
wet dreams.
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