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Posted: 3/17/2008 10:31:39 PM | Hey BD...you are bad for my diet LOL...sounds yummy! Hope you had a great night!!!
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Om...yup...he just can't seem to fill her shoes. Linda was one special lady! Loved it...thank you! (and way to go on that new job....I am sooooo envious) | |
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Posted: 3/18/2008 10:58:10 PM | After a few helpful suggestions, this is a re-worked poem previously titled
Thigh High.
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Snake Charmer
She lotions her hands,
with a subtle scent between
night shade and forget-me-not.
This can’t be rushed.
With deft fingers
she gathers the
diaphanous length of her
coiled serpentine lover.
It's filigreed mouth
consuming the toes,
it feeds.
Spiraling the ankle and calf,
taut with anticipation.
Tongue flicks,
teasing the delicious
crook of her knee, rising
till its gaping jaws lock onto
the fleshy warmth of her thigh.
She smiles. | |
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Posted: 3/18/2008 11:09:22 PM |  How Delightful!
Yet , cannot imagine this same prose
with a man
doing this to us!
Sinfully...
after the lotioning...
sliding the
black stockings on...
only to take them off...
what a charge!
ummmmmm
silly me...
men today...
dont really
know what
I am talkin' about!
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Posted: 3/19/2008 1:02:03 PM | mmmmmy, please pardon my pedantry but what Sophia wrote was NOT prose, which is what I am writing here, but poetry.
And why do you think men wouldn't understand it? | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 1:37:14 PM | I do agree with Alyosha . . .
there is nothing wrong with the perception
or eyesight of our male species
in fact a slow lingering dance
is a perfect tease for the visionary creatures
whose imagination delights in torrid dreams
of haunting rapture
and cool streams of perspiration
consumed in haste
the next victim
of a woman’s wiles
helpless. | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 7:11:23 PM | mmmmmy...you must be meeting the wrong men LOL. Oh well, summer is coming, who needs stockings anyway!
Hi Alyosha!
AF....I suddenly had a vision of 7 veils scattered round the floor. Thanks for the poem! | |
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Posted: 3/21/2008 2:43:09 PM | Jane’s Couch
It’s always like this.
I sink into my reserved spot
on our thrift shop sofa and
study you from the sidelines.
Smoke halos your writing contour
screening a dull glow from the last ignition,
the cigarette drags on.
I hold my breath.
A blunt ash guillotine
hangs from your lips
teetering eight inches above
carbon soaked keys
waiting to execute
words that will blow them away.
Before the depression sets in
I plump the cushions internalizing
“If you ever come by here for Jane or for me “*
thinking, maybe we should buy
a new couch.
* Famous Blue Raincoat… Leonard Cohen | |
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Posted: 3/21/2008 3:28:44 PM | I loved that one, darlin. 
I kinda write like that sometimes when I'm blown away
and it turns out I'm on daddy duty
hard to write with lips constantly flapping
but, I'll try to finish this write, anyway
sloth boiled over heating the holy grail
each and every one of us is going to hell
glutony? that's me
I'm all about eating
envy? yes, I do
I wish I were the one eating you
greed..I want to eat everyone
just for fun
when I think about it
I've got no sin left except for murder
anybody want to bet against me rolling a seven?
no credit excepted
just you, me and god gamblin'..
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Posted: 3/21/2008 5:25:08 PM | Brawny... I don't think even a hard core gambler would bet against your lucky sevens! Thanks for the beer, I needed that.
(ps...hope daddy duty includes lots of easter bunny chocolate covered kisses) | |
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Posted: 3/21/2008 7:34:58 PM | don't be nice to me..I'll keep posting here
lol
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Posted: 3/21/2008 8:07:00 PM | | LOL...who besides Elmer Pudd wouldn't be nice to a wasckley Easter puppy? back. | |
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Posted: 3/24/2008 10:50:35 PM | Just a revision. A very wise man told me to edit, edit, edit...
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If you ever come by here for Jane or for me “
(Leonard Cohen)
Jane’s Couch
It’s always like this.
I sink into my reserved seat
on our thrift shop sofa and
study
your wraith cut-out
the last blast diminishing,
the cigarette drags on.
That cinder shoot rooted to your lips
colonizes ash eight inches above
the carbon stained keyboard
and I, plump the cushion
the desert must be
in bloom this time of year. | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 2:36:17 PM | I'm heading towards a bag of funions
funnions
how the hell do you spell the national name?
it just says onion rings on the bag
kinda generic
except for the presentation
and some really cool dip
and a cold/hot one that is just ranch and horseradish
got any salsa?
wanna come over?
I've got the most kick ass sweet onions in the world
we can slice them up and deep fry them
of course, sister mary has to wear a hairnet
I ever tell you how a guy becomes a professor?
you have to stay in college so long that they make you teach there
so, what's up darlin?
hahahaha
this would have been funner if my pinky wouldn't have kept hitting the cap lock key
all of the backspacing
you can just imagine how I sound in public
I can't backspace and have to repeat it
you know what I mean
signed by me
etc
yeah...I'm a fricking hallmark moment about to happen
I bet you could tell that I want to make a card and sell it
you'll understand, darlin
once I write this
this is what I do instead of making a fist
hope you're done building utopia
know what I mean, sis m?
I've got the feelin'
that forming that commune is a good idea
know anyone who'd pick the eggs up?
someone not afraid of chickens?
lol
nevermind
I chickened out
I'm a bird brain
my muse actually says tweet
hahahaha | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 7:37:55 PM | | Now that's what I call an invitation to dinner! Onion skins and chicken livers...yummy LMAO. Utopia is not quite baked, but there is a light on in the oven (another 60 days or so) it's a slow cooker. WHEW! Cluck cluck cluck. BTW, Sis M is starved. What time do you want us over??? | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 7:51:45 PM | Rural Ohio. Small woods hide deer, and foxes . Trees define borders and creeks. A frozen red hydrant. Eighteen gnarled shagbark hickories, clumped. One oak. Robins fight to claim my land. Small fluffed birds cling to wires stretching into infinity. Killdeer run, stop. Hawks soar, carrying my spirit. I sigh, contented.
I wrote this for the 50 words thread, but I thought maybe you'd like it... | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 8:31:46 PM | | I saw it there and did. Now it's here and I do. Thanks Brizo!!!!! | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 9:29:21 PM | You're welcome...
after the lotioning...
sliding the
black stockings on...
only to take them off...
mmmmmy, the next time you're wearing thigh highs and the "urge" hits you, leave them on....they feel really slithery and good... | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 12:24:27 AM | My son had a son last night
Love
Life | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 3:43:57 AM | | Warmest congratulations, L! And the heart expands to encompass all of it, amazing things, hearts... | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 5:35:04 AM |
congrats granny
not intended to make you feel saggy
you still look like a bunny
babies are cool.. :D | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 11:10:56 AM | | Oh Sophia I can't wait until I have grandchildren I can almost touch it although it's still just around the corner for me. This is what you get when you have kids a little later. | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 6:44:14 PM | Thanks everyone! This is my son's first but now I have four grandkids. Three boys and a princess. LOL.   | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 7:26:32 PM | | Wooby...I love little bundles. | |
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