Subject for a Poem
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Posted:Mar 29, 2010 7:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 9:33 pm
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I am also looking for someone to be the subject of a poem that I will write about them. It has been awhile since I have written any, and the latest one I have not posted to here. So if you are interested let me know. I think you will enjoy the process, afterwards I may tell you some of the other people that I wrote for.
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Confirm ID
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Posted:Mar 29, 2010 7:19 pm
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2010 9:28 pm
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What are you thoughts about getting a confirmed ID when talking to or meeting someone new.
Does it make a difference if you are going to meet that person?
Let me know what you think?  
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Webcam.......
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Posted:Feb 14, 2009 12:26 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2010 3:56 pm
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I had a suggestion for my next writing. The suggestion was to have someone model on a webcam and write about what I saw. The person who made the suggestion does not have a webcam. Is there anyone that would like to volunteer?
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Question
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Posted:Oct 31, 2008 7:20 pm
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2010 7:21 pm
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What should I write about?
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Share yourself with me
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Posted:Nov 29, 2006 5:11 pm
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2009 8:48 am
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I want you to…
Close your eyes and try and think about nothing for 10 seconds.
You can continue reading afterwards, but try and keep them closed right now for 10 seconds.
Rain drops, not a thunderstorm, but a soft rain.
Water…
Warm…
Wet…
Night. Darkness, quiet, perhaps a park or a playground, trees.
A row of swing sets, a slide in the near distance, a merry-go-round.
An old fashion teeter-totter, the kind that squeaked when you went up and down on it.
Those little rocking horses on a spring, rocking forward, backwards, sideways almost falling off trying to touch your head to the ground. Always racing someone, but never moving an inch.
What is it your wearing….What is it you are not wearing?
Close your eyes.
Your wet. Is it from the rain?
You are full of energy, is it from your youth?
You are not alone in the night, with the rain, around the park.
You are not alone.
Close your eyes and try and feel the energy.
I have shared myself with you. Again and again. I have thought of you often. I want you to share yourself with me. Open yourself to me and let me come inside you. Let me feel you. Let me hear you. Use your words for me, to me. Paint me a picture, paint me your picture. Share yourself with me. Place it here for all to see. Or share it in private for just the two of us to see. Do you think of me with the same passion as I of you?
A long stem rose, a fresh strawberry, and a glass of wine.
A moment in time.
Will you join me?
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The Dance
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Posted:Nov 28, 2006 7:33 pm
Last Updated:Dec 18, 2006 5:46 pm
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The Dance
Part 1
It starts long before the sheets
Are pulled back on the bed
Before the clothes get balled up
And thrown across the floor and
Are so hard to find again to put
Back on.
It starts with that first glance.
That first moment together when both of you
Sneak a quick glance and stare into
Each others eyes.
You try and look away, but your eyes do
Not move. That shy smile comes across
Your face. And then, not wanting too
Your eyes dart away, as if becoming unfrozen
You try again and again to recreate
That first moment when your eyes first meet.
That look of innocence.
But now it is so obvious. The innocence
Of that first glance gone.
Now with each look,
Desires, passions, lusts,
Slowly building with each look.
Until that first move is made
And you are face to face.
That voice in the back of your mind
Saying
What are you doing?
Followed by that other voice you know all to well
You know you want to do this. You need this.
To be continued…
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I close my eyes
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Posted:Nov 28, 2006 5:20 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2007 6:19 am
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I close my eyes,
And think of the taste.
A taste so rich, so sweet.
A taste you can not get enough of .
I can never tire of that dark berry.
That sweet juice.
It opens up like a flower in bloom.
Lips swelling, clit erecting, standing tall.
Waiting for the next pass of my tongue.
The change from a sleeping state,
To the release of the first orgasm.
Her moans, my moans,
The release of that sweet juice.
I can never tire of it.
My tongue and mouth, her sweet sex
Rubbing together, dancing together.
Her hips raised to meet my mouth.
My tongue stretched out exploring inside her.
Time passes.
Seconds turn into minutes.
Minutes turn into moments.
Moments to hours.
At first I count each orgasm. 1, 2, 3…
But I soon lose count, she loses count.
The end of one and the beginning of the next
Blur together.
My tongue never tires.
I can never tire of that dark berry.
That sweet juice.
Her hips raised on a pillow.
Her legs spread over my shoulders.
Her hands on the back of my head,
Pulling me into her.
Music playing in the background.
Candlelight flickering across her skin.
She is so wet, so warm.
I hear her moaning, panting.
I hear her barely able to utter a word.
She says, over and over again,
I want you inside me.
Please.
I need you inside me.
My tongue does not stop.
Does not miss a stroke.
Sucking and licking.
I can feel her muscles contracting,
Wave after wave.
I can never tire of the dark berry.
That sweet juice.
I want to taste you.
I want to be inside you.
Will you let me in?
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What could have been
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Posted:Nov 25, 2006 2:33 am
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2008 7:44 pm
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I watched her tonight,
a Nubian Queen.
She did not know I was there.
She did not know that I want to scream,
scream out Hello I am here.
Her skin rich & brown.
Her eyes strong & loving.
Her lips soft & full.
Oh how I wanted to place my lips onto hers.
To feel my skin against her skin.
To hear the song of her words and moans.
I know that if I were only to say
Hello I am here,
Her face would light up and glow.
She would open her arms,
body and soul to me.
Oh she is so beautiful.
So beautiful.
A strong passionate woman.
A woman full of love and passion.
A woman full of sexual desire.
A woman that is complete.
I sit here in silence.
Oh why do I not cry out.
Why do I not sing her name.
And the moment is gone.
She is gone.
All that is left is for her to read my words as I sit here in silence unable to see her face light up and glow with a smile, and then emptiness realizing I was there and what could have been but was not.
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Under construction
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Posted:Nov 24, 2006 1:36 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2006 7:57 pm
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I am sorry I have not posted anything lately. I am writing some new material and should be finished soon.
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Hot butter chocolate
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Posted:Nov 13, 2006 5:31 pm
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2006 6:40 pm
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Hot butter chocolate
Will tempt your desire
It will heat up your senses
It will dazzle your tongue
With its smooth satin flavor
And capture your needs
With a taste you can savor
Like a potion of love
It's an Aphrodisiac
And it comes in all shades
From tan to dark black
For hot butter chocolate
Will have you begging for more
And you'll crave that sweet taste
You can't find in a store
It's sexy brown sugar
That is hard to resist
And there's no turning back
From its candy like kiss
If you haven't indulged
In this succulent switch
Then you're missing the joy
That's hot, butter rich.
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