| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/26/2008 8:51:55 PM | he begins to feels whole
with rising of the sun
a tole in that distant dreamy distraction
calms knowing of infractions
on the one
more than one
don't get a gun
just reflect
inspect that unexpected retraction
while the next faction invents new dictates
some ingrate unbeliever gets left at the gates
unsure if its heaven or hell
not really caring if the smell is death
like a breath of acid
reflex action explains some retraction as the moment splits at the end of the cycle
a trifle appears to disappear in that swallow | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/26/2008 10:11:43 PM | a trifle appears
to disappear
in that swallow
where I want
to hollow
out the cake
crumbs and spoon
into the custard
none too soon
slake to rake
add spoon to flake
across your belly
buttons up
the fruity jelly
bits that peak
a boo snow white
fluff and drizzle
a heap of Us
dessert tongs
delight my thongs
tonight we'll lather
cream and amber
sheen and sprinkle
scant with pinch
of lace and leather
and of crystalline
layered as feather
angel cake
you one fine baker
maker
me apron is yours
I will lick the spoon...LOL
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/27/2008 5:51:08 AM | I will lick the spoon
sated with delights
carefully spread and consumed
on this our night of nights
but heed this little warning
be careful not to laugh
hilarity might cause my teeth to close
and cut our joy in half  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/28/2008 5:58:04 AM | 2 much hilarity will cause tooth rot
That really doesn't sound so hot
back to licking spoons and erotic prose
Picturing us enjoying the throes
of passion induced by talking smut
kindled more when I spank your butt
Images of the nights we spend
trying new things, seeing how much we can bend.
Both of us sharing the same goal
that wonderful moment when we lose control | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/28/2008 6:19:13 AM | that wonderful moment when we lose control
drive off that cliff or climb that pole
watch a sunrise without hitting the sack
borrow some books we never take back
cut our joy in half
wrap it with a laugh
spread on some fun
show every one
this is how we do the math | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/28/2008 10:07:36 PM | this is how we do the math
take two to multiply
have additions
a definite plus
make a few decimal points
try not to divide
subtract one
feel square rooted
turn the page | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/28/2008 10:16:10 PM | turn the page and lock the door
the demons are approaching
with sharpened fangs and glowing eyes
their sins above reproaching | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 4:11:04 AM | Their sins above reproaching!!
I'll welcome them in
offering a sight into my past life
seeing there
No One including myself
Amounts do add up with a better result
always looking to add
sometimes subtractions are needed
Equating to life worth living.. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 5:33:28 AM | Equating to life worth living
Would you be so bold
if your story was told?
Add in the gain
subtract the pain.
Would you end up in the same place
wearing the same face?
Carrying the same heart
Not afraid of the dark? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 9:47:54 AM | Not afraid of the dark?
with the right company its a given
alone in the city park at night
some fright just might be liven
a choice of feeling is not always there
when the sun goes down in a lonely chair
your hair getting messed without a care
for there is the ceiling where you stare
thought of a past pleasure similarity
reaches out to caress your mind
brought here by some chance rarity
anticipating some love you will find | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 10:35:36 AM | Anticipating some love you will find
and how far you've come to find it.
Something that's been burning inside your mind
to which you finally must submit.
The fruition of these senses combining at last
resulting in feelings I never knew.
Like nothing I've envisioned in all of my past
this wonderful sensation named you. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 2:59:50 PM | this wonderful sensation named you
with leisure I will savor
the clean soap smell
and salty flavor
ah love, you're a knee buckling view
as your hands glide with breathtaking touch
against my closed eyelids I feel your breath
and I pull you down, I want you so much | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 3:50:21 PM | and I pull you down, I want you so much
You seem to like my magic touch
If your getting hot and steamy
We can continue in the buff
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 5:44:00 PM | We can continue in the buff and polish phase
until the shine turns us blind
the judges will blink and squint for days
unable to block out of mind
this new design from under and down
from over the hill down the road
there is now way we won't get the crown
for this innovation we just showed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 5:56:55 PM | We can continue in the buff
making a promise not to be too rough
i'll do unto you as you do unto me
i wont let you fall, i want you set free
so go on and close your lovely eyes
nibble on that neck til i hear your throaty sighs
what my hands will be doing while your body starts to rock
(i better not finish this ) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 8:40:52 PM | what my hands will be doing
while your body starts to rock
as our eyes connect and our lips then lock
passions intensity grows out of control
henceforth eruption of love fills my very soul | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 8:49:12 PM | henceforth eruption of love
fills my very soul
You act this way
when you act so bold
Reply to methusalah
what my hands will be doing
while your body starts to rock
Keep you hand off yer' wanker
or I'll thump ya' on yer' block
Act somewhat strange today
when yer' around wimmen
If-in' you were always that way
Well, Guess that's a givin' | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 9:56:40 PM | Well, guess that's a given
wankers
love
and rockers
(in no particular order)
used to love bankers' wankers
and love rock n roll
now I rock and roll with bankers
do without wankers
and wish for love
or
do without love
wish for wankers
and sit in my rockin chair
(watever's clever, yanno?) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 10:56:12 PM | and sit in my rockin chair
said the spider to the fly.
Ready to pounce on the
Next banker kind of guy
Shooting for the money
Behind door number one
When you're playing for keeps
Gotta' be Cash before Fun | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 11:02:46 PM | Gotta be cash before fun
So watchoo do for a livin' hun?
Kinda broke
spam's getting old
Although they have bacon flavored spam
now I'm told
they should name it BAM
they'd sell tons with that name on the can | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 11:25:04 PM | they'd sell tons with that name on the can
You don't want to tour the factory floor
It gets quite nasty and messy and your
Gonna' be queezy, if your not used to the gore
Using cheaper cuts of meat to put in the can
Wacking old billy goats as fast as they can
No longer loving Spam, or not even X-Bam
Just a picture of "Billy" and a can full of "Ram" | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/29/2008 11:31:53 PM | Just a picture of "Billy" and a can full of "Ram"
see how many eyeballs and buttholes they can fit in one can
can't be any worse than the pig brains my grandpa ate
in a pile, with some eggs, and a biscuit on his plate
So there's no bacon in BAM...
is that what you're sayin?
...man......I luv that stuff.....
I hope that you're playin'
g'night eyeguy....eyes are heavy over here | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/30/2008 7:02:45 AM | I hope that you're playin'
Know what I'm sayin' ?
You say you're a handy man
Could be a randy man?
The door's on the latch
If faint chance of a match
And all kinds of dishes
Set out for little fishes
If you're a creative thinker
I'm in - hook line and sinker | |
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