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Posted: 3/29/2005 8:59:05 AM | LIPS,HIPS AND FINGERTIPS
Lips bruised and swollen by soft kisses gone wild
Your butterfly caresses, your hardness deep inside
Gently tracing pattens, with your fingertips
The rythm is exquisite, with each thrust of your hips.
Now we've come together, in a tangle of minds and limbs
Ragged breathing echoes, minds and bodies so in synch
Playing with each other,while night turns into day
Now we have found each other, promise you will stay.
Rythm starts to quicken, you kiss me once again
I raise my hips in rapturous bliss, you've erased my pain
Oblivious to anything, except the feel of you
I kiss your fingertips, consumed by my love for you. | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 9:11:12 AM | | these poems are all great and longt.........sometimes the most honorable time to stand and fight ....is when everyone else has fled and left you alone to prove the point.........i would rather die fighting for what i believe then to be hunted like a leopard on the run.....you dont have to win every battle,just one..........the important one.....that to die with your faith, you only appear to have lost the war....when in fact ...the willingness to fight a battle that leaves you outnumbered was the most important victory of all............. | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 11:07:51 AM | Right On! Reefer Dude Jones. There is this old oral history and a victory song passed down from generation to generation among a native nation in the USA. Mine! Three warriors were hanged for war crimes on the banks of a creek. When asked if they had anything to say, the first two just lowered thier eyes,, as the noose was placed around thier necks, The third one started singing this song that was only sung by warriors that were returning home in that uphoric state that accompanyed a battle victory. When young I often pondered how being hanged = returning
home victoriously, As you so elquently put it. Just singing your song as loud as you can, you are victorious.  | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 12:19:07 PM | Lips, fingers hips and tips
A touch of your lips chills my every bone,
I respond to you with a shuddering moan.
Your fingers seem to find that sacred place,
The feel of this I can never ever seem to erase.
My hips edge forward and their heat,
My whole body emanates.
The tips of my toes tingle with enjoyment,
A tug on yours signals that I’ve made an appointment.
Lips, fingers, hips and tips all mentioned.
I feel I can retire and feel this sweet fulfilment.
You look at me with bewilderment,
Do I surprise you with the fervour of my excitement?
I guess I’m hoping this leaves you with a hunger,
One that no woman can put you under, thus leaving you
Dependant on my lips, fingers, hips and tips.
bubbles | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 12:22:29 PM | | I'll never stop nighthawk..i love it tooo much to quit....and those are beautiful words bubbles.....i think i have some mail... | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 1:44:02 PM | As The Wolves Howl The Sun Rises
The sun kisses the horizon
and slowly disappears
light fades from the evening sky
and then the moon appears
stars open their little eyes
twinkling, oh so bright
the moon sails across the blackened sky
it seems to take all night
howling at the moon
you hear a lone wolf's cry
she turnes suddenly in that direction
and it brings a tear to her eye
the wolves just keeps on howling
the moon is their only bane
as she looks and listens for the wolves
she can feel their hunger and pain
the moon begins to fall away
and hides behind the land
the sky begins to brighten again
a new day started by God's own hand
she turns away to take her leave
and is caught by utter surprise
the wolves bark and yell and howl
at the sun as it begins to rise | |
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Rencen
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Joined: 1/14/2005
Msg: 33 | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 8:51:49 PM | Lips, Hips and Fingertips...The perfect salad!
My name says it all
I have a passion
To quench it's desire
I will not ration
I love you all
But I am weak
For those in good health
Because their flavors do peak
Your lips are so sweet
But not for a kiss
I will tear them off
Your taste I won't miss
Your hips I desire
Due to their curves
I will certainly enjoy them
Down to the nerves
Fingertips are touching
If you know what I mean
I'll sprinkle them on
In place of your spleen
Bon Apetit,
Hannibel Lechter | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 34 | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 9:08:41 PM | Hi RENCEN
We simply Must get Together Very SOON
We have similar appetites
Memories of a Red Silk Dress
Good to The Last Drop and Sweetened
In silence here I wait…… Anticipation peaking
Now it is MY time…. Not a time for speaking
Waiting for the footsteps to echo down the hall
On the parquet floor, ‘til you open up the door
Knowing for a fact, that it will come to pass
For you treat every day, exactly like the last
At 7.22, or a minute either way
You leave to go out jogging… Happens every day
Long I’ve made my plans…. Forever I have waited
Tonight we’ll be together…. This is surely fated
You and I as one,,,,, As only Two can be
United in our Needing…. As One in ecstasy
Knowing that you Will be Mine, Impatiently I wait
Feeling in my wretched heart, that you will not be late
Anticipation coursing, as I hear a noise inside
Adrenalin Exploding,,,, All Senses opened wide
Muted footsteps Hammer,,, Deep into my mind
Now I hear you coming….. Soon you will be mine
Every….. Single….. Footstep, seems to last a day
Coming to me now……. Coming here to play
The Clatter as your deadlocks, released now one by one
The Screaming Joy I feel inside….. Knowing it’s now done
The Door Knob starts to turn……I Taste your every move
Only moments now…. ‘til my Love for you is Proved
See the growing shaft of light, as the door is opened wide
See the Panic in your eyes…. as I slip inside
Good to see you Know…. Just what will happen here
Good to the last drop and Sweetened by your Fear
Oh well
I suppose a Dinner Date is out of the question now??????? | |
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Rencen
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Joined: 1/14/2005
Msg: 35 | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 9:13:38 PM | Lips, hips and fingertips...
The game of love
is an emotion
If not done right
Hate, is it's demotion
Sensitive and throbbing to the feel of my lips
Sweat will explode
From your fingertips
Our passion you will feel
As your skin dawns it's pores
Your hips will move forward
Then back, as it chores
We'll finish our love
With a smoke and a drink
Then you'll want more....
Don't even think!
This poem is about
your lips and your hips
I forgot one verse
about fingertips
I'll let that one go
If you don't mind
Come to my place
And that verse you will find | |
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Posted: 3/30/2005 5:39:56 AM | OKEY DOKEY !!!!
The poets are HOT !
Last day to get your entry in - its 3 hours before final call. Then there is that 15 minutes left for late comers.
Have fun and the voting will begin today as well !
Good Luck Everyone. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2005 5:42:01 AM | | how long will the voting be held for? i won't be able to vote today. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2005 9:05:51 AM | ****************************
CONTEST IS NOW CLOSED !!!
FANTASTIC JOB EVERYONE !!!!
VOTES ARE BEING HELD TODAY
IN THE THREAD 4 FUN VOTE TROIS.
THANK YOU TO ALL WHO PARTICIPATED !!!
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