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| Fear
Posted: 6/26/2007 8:35:01 PM | Her eyes,
tombstones
of darkness,
souless, empty,
reflecting her life,
and yet lifeless,
a breathing corpse,
her history
a slate of
wishes,
for a life
unlived. | |
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| MANDRAKES house by the fire...for all to share
Posted: 6/26/2007 8:37:27 PM | Trash talk
Drink to forget your troubles
Call you on bullsh*t
Use me and abuse me
I feel to tell most people to take their web of lies and entangle yourself within them.
Slither silently through my veins
Respect respect shove it up your ass
Confusion
All i want is you forever
Forever is mighty short in fantasy land
Will you find comfort in some other whores crotch? | |
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| MANDRAKES house by the fire...for all to share
Posted: 6/27/2007 6:41:22 AM | | Mandrake I just loved number 429...so sensual and beautiful. I'm workin too hard lately to be able to write :( But I sure enjoy reading them! Hugs to you my sweet friend. | |
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| ME & THE BEE
Posted: 6/27/2007 7:30:32 AM | Poor bee,
you have my sympathy,
you spread your legs
and with your erect stinger,
thrust deep into her flesh,
penetrating her,
just once,
and then you die,
while I,
on the other hand,
spread my legs,
watch my stinger stand,
at attention,
thrust deep into her flesh,
over and over,
penetrating her,
and then I,
just sighhhhhh,
and start all over
again!
buzz, buzz, buzz | |
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| AN ODE TO YOU
Posted: 6/27/2007 8:20:18 AM | You lay there,
still, unmoving,
basking in the sun,
your glistening
hard body,
sleek in the haze,
I reach for you,
stimulated,
aroused,
in a blink, we begin,
my hands holding you
firm, feet braced,
sweet vibrations
caress me, my being
engulfed, the thrusts
are tremendous!
we sink deeper
and deeper,
no sounds
other than hearing you,
from head to toe,
I tingle and shake
anticipating each stroke,
almost there, and finally!
we break through,
such is my ode..
to the jackhammer! | |
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| AN ODE TO YOU
Posted: 6/27/2007 8:50:17 AM | Two timin gal,
ya stole ma pal,
an now yer back again,
on the morning train.
This time's the end
so long my friend,
I don't want ya anymore,
I just closed the door. | |
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| AN ODE TO YOU
Posted: 6/27/2007 8:56:25 AM |
When you undressed,
the white roses blushed,
turning red,
the petals unfolding,
leaking nectar,
exposing the erect
stamin,
aroused, by your
naked flesh.
Awesome work there Mandrake  | |
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| AN ODE TO YOU
Posted: 6/27/2007 9:17:22 AM | | Thank you freckled...I appreciate your kind words. Thanks for dropping by. | |
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| AN ODE TO YOU
Posted: 6/27/2007 9:48:54 AM | | Some wonderful writes here Mandrake* | |
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| MANDRAKES house by the fire...for all to share
Posted: 6/27/2007 9:51:38 AM | No style just thoughts
Today is a good day to play outside if you were the devil
Hot as hell
No place to hide, the shade is even humid
I wish i had a pool
Refreshing and cool
To play in the sprinklers
Wet and nice
To have someone spray me with a hose
Remember not a white t-shirt
Giggles and smiles
Or maybe stay inside
Enjoy some ice cube play against naked flesh
Hot days of summer
Now come someone
Make me wet!!!!!!!
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| MANDRAKES house by the fire...for all to share
Posted: 6/27/2007 12:02:37 PM | Salty....thanks sweety. I always appreciate your compliments.
Freckled....thanks for your contributing to this thread. Now that ice sounds yummy. Shall we have a wet t-shirt contest!? I work outside, so it can get pretty hot by the afternoon. A nice cold shower gets me back on track though. | |
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| MANDRAKES house by the fire...for all to share
Posted: 6/27/2007 12:06:51 PM | I just wanted to thank you for your prayers...happy to report that baby Jocelyn since the prayers have began has went from 4 seizures a day to none in the last nearly 48hrs!  | |
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| MANDRAKES house by the fire...for all to share
Posted: 6/27/2007 12:15:38 PM | Thanks for the update wicked....Appreciate it.
keep praying!
I ask, in God's name
place hands on baby Jocelyn
remove the seizures,
make her well,
may the angels of mercy
be by her side, now,
and forever more.
AMEN | |
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| MIRRORED LOVE
Posted: 6/27/2007 1:15:00 PM | The roads were slick,
from an early snow,
The truck came head on,
I had nowhere to go.
The next thing I remember,
was seeing your face,
Locked in a mirror
back at our place.
And yet, it was then,
when the panic
set in
it was me!
I saw the police
talking to you ,
and you screamed out in tears,
I soon realized my worst fears.
I had died,
yet here I was somehow
trapped somewhere between
the here and now.
I yelled out, screamed your name,
but you could not hear, as you cried,
because that fateful night
I had just died.
I reached out my hands,
to comfort you, to no avail,
I finally whispered, "I love You"...
you looked up, still frail.
The tears stopped,
all was silent, and I heard,
as she looked in the mirror,
and whispered in word,
"I love you!" my dearest man,
And then, she broke the mirror,
setting me free
so I could finally be
at rest, for our love
had no boundaries.
Released from the mirror,
I am now up above,
and still watch over her,
only now I'm a dove. | |
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| MIRRORED LOVE
Posted: 6/27/2007 2:15:51 PM | I look at your eyes in our mirror
though you look back at me you dont see
our eyes can not seem to meet
our pasts won't let this thing be
if I turned around to face you
would we then be able to look at each other
or would there still stand between us
the presence that keeps us one from another
if we could wipe away the mistakes
we made in our past lifetimes
would our eyes meet once again
would your love again be mine
questions and more questions remain
and we are both afraid to ask
but if they continue to go unanswered
I know our love will not last
I beseech you to catch my eyes with yours
so I can loosen the fear from my tongue
I want us to start asking questions
so I know that the healing will be begun
but instead you turn your eyes away
and go out to the other room
and in that single moment of silenced questioning
lays the beginning of our loves doom | |
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| RANDOM
Posted: 6/27/2007 2:21:31 PM | I am a seed,
planted deep within,
the immaculate conception,
yet to be,
release me!
write me!
Paint me!
Set me free
from your mind,
your heart,
give me birth,
deliver me!
for I am not yet alive,
yet I exist,
pass me through,
that tunnel,
from the womb of
your creative soul,
only then
can I breathe sighs
into my admirers,
and always yours,
for you are the mother
of my invention. | |
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| RANDOM
Posted: 6/27/2007 2:25:38 PM | | Hiya whyspr...love the follow up. Nice write darlin. Thanks for the new addition. | |
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| RANDOM
Posted: 6/27/2007 4:39:55 PM | I saw her face upon the wall,
Proud and standing tall,
I watched as the colors bled,
from the tears that she has shed,
Leaving the wall, broken and stained,
but not yet dead. | |
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| RANDOM
Posted: 6/27/2007 6:50:40 PM | and though the wall remained forever
her shadow faded away with time
sinking into the cracks of age
patterns left without a rhyme
and shrunken was the lady that
had stood in that time and place
and where once she had been the wall
now the walls blankness was suspended in her face. | |
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| RANDOM
Posted: 6/27/2007 7:09:37 PM | | such sweetness...love the follow through. Thanks darlin. | |
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| RANDOM
Posted: 6/27/2007 7:11:21 PM | | i hope its ok *smiles* sometimes what others write sparks something in me I may not of thought of on my own. | |
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