velvety, husky
gravelly, silky
slowly tongue me
head to toes
and all around

i turn you on
louder
and louder
and louder still

till you surround me
filling every pore and every orifice

an amniotic sac of sound
no void
just voice
your voice
its reverberation my heartbeat

i close my eyes
exhale a sigh
as your voice makes love to my ears

I likie some good stuff in this one, animal

Thanks sweets

You dig creative writing, ok, let's see what I can come up with....

She's there, I'm there
She doesn't see me, COME TO ME
I see her, she feels me,
I'm all around her, RUN TO ME

I'm the pitch blackness...
Some fear me, that's what they say
But I'll hide you when you wanna cry
And when you wanna get away

I"ll hide all of your secrets
your hurt, your lies,
So much pain in the real world
Let me cover your eyes.

She runs to me, let it go
RUN TO ME let me hold you
Its quiet, its, dark, its peace,
I TOLD YOU..

I call this…

Actually I don’t know yet, but for now…

OLD YELLOW…no

BLACK MAN AND ROBIN…no

ON GOLDEN (oldies) POND…NO!

Or maybe…


A SCHOOL STORY

There we were silhouetted from the moonlight in the darkened classroom. What in the world were we doing in a dark classroom? Simple, I fell asleep in class and everybody left me there. I had been alone with her for hours, now I frantically moved about trying to escape her clutches but I knew in my heart that I couldn’t leave her behind. Had I tried, I knew down inside that she would be calling me until the end of eternity. Charles…Charles…Charles Franklin! (You know you’re in trouble when they use your middle name). Yes, my name is Charles, her name…COLLEGE ALGEBRA BOOK (crescendo)! This was definitely a match made in hell. I looked at her, she was rugged, her pages were old and dog-eared, and I despised looking at her. I hated her, not because of what was on the outside, but for what was on the inside. She was full of problems, problems that I knew I didn’t have answers for. She looked at me (I was kinda cute), but what was that seeing how I hated her guts. I could almost hear her say to me that we had nothing in common. Then I said, “what about breakfast at Tiffany’s...” I decided that since we had to be together I could at least try to get along. I picked her up; she was beaten and could hardly hold herself together. She needed me, and to be honest, I needed her too. I decided then and there that this would be the last affair that I would have. I knew that she had been around the campus a few times, I knew that other guys had picked her up and gotten what they wanted from her and then forgotten all about her. I turned her around and looked at her spine, the abuse she’d suffered was evident by the tattoo that she’d gotten from the corner book store in the small of her back (that’s what’s in style now a days). It said “used.” I decided to do my best to show her the love and attention that she needed in order to keep her from falling apart completely. As I gently picked her up and placed her in my backpack I said to myself, “I better get an A for this.”




Luv4shorty
(Please, no autographs)

whispers low...as if i could hear you now

"oh...i like that"