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five gifts of me
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I expose my weathered body for your enjoyment. I open the grey portal to the labyrinth of my mind complete with a map to explore its complexities I tear down the invisible walls that surround my heart and allow you to pitch a tent with all amenities desired. I print and lay at your doorstep an eternal passport to every incarnation that my old soul has remaining. I release my liquid life essence I have kept dammed with the ethereal canoe made specifically for two. My 5 gifts to the one that captures my heart and soul. no better gifts could ever be had, i hold them precious. wicked: thank you pkd: angel: mom: thanks myrr: |
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what a love letter awww thank you pkd |
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Topic:
five gifts of me
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I expose my weathered body for your enjoyment.
I open the grey portal to the labyrinth of my mind complete with a map to explore its complexities I tear down the invisible walls that surround my heart and allow you to pitch a tent with all amenities desired. I print and lay at your doorstep an eternal passport to every incarnation that my old soul has remaining. I release my liquid life essence I have kept dammed with the ethereal canoe made specifically for two. My 5 gifts to the one that captures my heart and soul. |
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hey, that's my line
your line?!?! I didn't see any copywrites to the MFing line kim: up: teagle: thank you guys |
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Isolation
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beautiful animal
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Topic:
Do me
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relentless works in mysterious way, this is a monet in a world of black and white. simply perfect. wow! thank you flame: thanks catch: thank you |
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Chained insecurities, password protected,
delicately decrypted by the sung song of surrender your heart hums to mine. I see Pleiades dip and swoon in the depths of your emerald eyes, like dancers on center stage. They waltz across my heart, whenever you twinkle a smile my way, like a spirited unicorn’s prance. The afterglow of another millennium passed and relinquished shoots the opaque projector’s photograph of destiny carved and tattooed by your soul’s sculptured physique. I feel the solar system swallow my essence, when your lips sip mine like a black hole eating space and time. Allow me to lasso eight stars and two moons using them as asterisks and spaces to scribe my heart’s verse for you… * **** *** |
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Do me
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Lick me off your fingers like a piece of berry pie
Ingest my spirit like a child with a new best friend Swallow my heart like a gamble placed upon the wind Digest my core essence like an arching rainbow in the sky Breathe life into my being like helium filling a balloon Exhale my faults like prayer upon a child’s silent sigh Hold me within you like a chrysalis protects a butterfly Inhale my thoughts like sunshine basked at high noon Touch my wanting flesh with the compassion of a Saint Fondle my mind like a landscaper tending his own garden Wipe away my painful past like a governor granting a pardon Stroke my soul gracefully like an artist with brush and paint Stir the memories of a life together like a stick in water Cradle us within your heart like a mother with her newborn daughter |
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Topic:
every picture tells a story
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gazing at new unchartered territory my heart skips a e t b a palms sweat and the corners of my mouth turn up ever so slightly eyes glaze over the river flows ...primal arrives I'll have to figure out what picture does the primal dance within you |
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sticky paint lessons
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spilled sensations echo
on dusted flesh, like a single beat of a drum within the halls of eternity. ivory skin tipped up with a borrowed kiss of desire’s blaze. captured captions, deep and alluring, grasp a soul’s promise hidden in the prism unveiled. laughter’s journey jolts spirits alive and tongue-tied. cohesive red-ink spills onto two hearts fluid quilt weaved inseparable. volcanic hues spring forth a river of passion etched upon the moons range sprawled unconditional and vulnerable. bursting beautiful within the octopus like brush strokes artistically levied. paint me lost within your mountain curves and babbling brook. |
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circumcised
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finding perfect all I had to do waslook into the mirror and You thought it was going to be hard to do well being circumcised I just didn't think to look there |
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dreams
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would it have been better without the last two verses? i had thought about cutting those out....just curious? nice yes I agree the last 2 stanzas are un-neccessary |
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Topic:
circumcised
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finding perfect all I had to do waslook into the mirror |
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Bang Bang!
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Manicured thoughts implode,
like breasts that wink from across the room, and collapse old barricades. Breathless truths surface, rise from the amber ashes of soured remnants fossilized. Amputation of gangrene memories desists degeneration of a desensitized essence. Cocooned intelligence unfurls from the boxed hope of yesteryear’s sorrow, and frees unconventionality. Superficial plaques of ideals removed from undecorated walls of society’s intolerance. With six-guns meticulously ablaze, like a bounty hunter in dire need, streaked hues passionately bleed. Inevitable crossroads maneuvered, like a Porsche in a tight corner, dawning the kaleidoscope of a hippy love. |
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cotton-candy sheets
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invading your warmth with mine hmmmm you think you got that huh? thanks shy: thanks Mystique42: thats nice of you |
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caught in the creature still
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No joke it sounds spiffy but would u b so kind 2 bastardize this into American English plz. life sucked, she showed up, life didn't suck so much could 'she' be a buy one get one free pack? hmmmmmmm if I smoked her maybe mom: thank you |
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Pegasus escape
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LOVE how you structured this!! bravo and beautiful! short, simple, and PINK!!! thank ya than ya |
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"essence of sex on wheels,running over paper mache' dreamscape"..good line RAWR! thank you socratease |
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captive-ating
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my playground stood before me so many sandboxes so little time electrical wire, oh not! light bulbs and watchamacallits lumber, sheet metal, and paint nowhere in sight was my mary-go-round a kind, yet unknowing, clerk pointed out my spiraling demise aisle 17 somewhere in between the knobs and screws there was my freedom so many colors thin, thick and thicker and differing lengths rough, rougher, roughest oh this is smoooooth braided or twisted? i'm guessing twisted. strutting My stuff LOL walking the fine line bound in leather and wound in silk. submitted trust splits anticipation’s blushed canopy spilling sighs from pink folds unfurling bold bud within blooming lotus. tactile light bends one way to breathlessness eroding the levee of euphoria flooding the high-wire acrobat. cirque du soul..eil that be Me a circus of a soul |
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Rotating
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High-wire act of dual bars danced,
(galaxies that rotate) sings a righteous ring of balance between the mundane and spiritual. Lessons learned through the earthy two-step, modeled by my Mars, and taught the celestial tango by tip toeing Titan. (to become a high-wire acrobat falls on Sirius) On recess, in the Universe’s playground; an alien, my Venus, joined me on the carousal of life lived as warriors. In her telescope, I could see Pleiades dance to the Jovian beat of the moon’s orchestra. The star’s bow of enchantment strums a mirror of self, guiding Voyager’s evolution along the good red road. Sirius and Venus, (wolf and Goddess) with paw in hand, race the asteroid of illusion within the black hole life. Pierced by the arrow of love, from Venus’s crossbow, a yelp and howl resonates in our horoscope. |
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