When you look closely Your hands on my breasts
What do you see? You whisper in my ear
Do you see what I see? Your lips on my shoulder
Or do you see what I want you to see? You turn me to face you
Can you be satisfied with that? You bring your lips to mine
Can you be happy with the surface? Breath intermingles and tongues tie
Will you try to scratch it away? Your tongue then traces a trail
Will you be persistent? From my chin down my neck
Will you be patient? To my breast, where it lingers
Will you give it your all? Fingers pinching one nipple
Will you keep on giving? Teeth nibbling the other
I do so love to see you try. Then your tongue slides down my stomach
I cry for joy when you try! Licks my belly button
I try to direct you, when you try. Continues it's slick trail down my abdomen
It's much better if you just go with it. Down to where I'm wetter than water
If you follow the directions, You then lick my lucious, precious place
Then you shouldn't get lost. Your fingers find their way inside me
And if you feel lost, I moan and groan and oh god...
Just ask for direction. I feel myself tightening around your digits
There's no shame in asking! Cumming on them and in your mouth
There's no harm in trying! Enjoying and wriggling and basking in orgasmic bliss
Trust me when I say this, I just love being dinner!!!
You should just LOOK MORE CLOSELY! What's for dessert?
And you'll see what you've been missing!
You may enjoy this one, should you figure out the hidden meaning. And I'm not giving any clues.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.
She heard the door close
Knowing what it signalled
Her heart hammered in her chest
A sweat broke on her forehead
Her breath quickening
His steps approached her room
She closed her eyes and braced herself
Heard her door creak open
Heard the four steps approach her bed
Heard him loosen his tie
Heard him unbutton his shirt
Heard him undo his belt
Heard him unzip and slide out of his pants
Heard him slip off his boxers
Heard him kick off his socks
Felt him drinking her into his sights
Felt his hands on her breasts as he spoke her name
Her stomach churned at his touch
Her mind reeled hearing his voice
She pulled out the blade from under her pillow
She plunged it in his stomach
She pulled it out
He dropped to his knees holding his gut
She buried it in his heart
She pulled it out
He looked stunned and fell over on his side
She snarled and jabbed it into his scrotum
She pulled it out
He gurgled and wheezed and twitched
And she watched, motionless, until he stopped
Then she sat on her bed
Dropped the bloody knife to the floor
Lay down and rolled over to finally sleep in peace
Only to wake to the sound of the door closing again
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Being Enlightened When you look closely Your hands on my breasts
What do you see? You whisper in my ear
Do you see what I see? Your lips on my shoulder
Or do you see what I want you to see? You turn me to face you
Can you be satisfied with that? You bring your lips to mine
Can you be happy with the surface? Breath intermingles and tongues tie
Will you try to scratch it away? Your tongue then traces a trail
Will you be persistent? From my chin down my neck
Will you be patient? To my breast, where it lingers
Will you give it your all? Fingers pinching one nipple
Will you keep on giving? Teeth nibbling the other
I do so love to see you try. Then your tongue slides down my stomach
I cry for joy when you try! Licks my belly button
I try to direct you, when you try. Continues it's slick trail down my abdomen
It's much better if you just go with it. Down to where I'm wetter than water
If you follow the directions, You then lick my lucious, precious place
Then you shouldn't get lost. Your fingers find their way inside me
And if you feel lost, I moan and groan and oh god...
Just ask for direction. I feel myself tightening around your digits
There's no shame in asking! Cumming on them and in your mouth
There's no harm in trying! Enjoying and wriggling and basking in orgasmic bliss
Trust me when I say this, I just love being dinner!!!
You should just LOOK MORE CLOSELY! What's for dessert?
And you'll see what you've been missing!
Being, you take my breath away.
humble.
i hope i didn't spoil the secret, if so forgive me.
very beautiful feeling i wish i could write
You may enjoy this one, should you figure out the hidden meaning. And I'm not giving any clues.
Push away
All that mattered then
Leave behind
The lives of lost
Force fed
A river of regret
Ride on
A runaway crazy train
No concern
For that which you created
Dearly deserted
With welcome mat courtesy
No love
Sponge mop the blood letting
Trust nobody
With a hand behind their back
Broken angels
Can still learn how to fly
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Take a walk upon that green, grassy hill
To the beautiful stone walls
That house the wishing well
Standing at the edge
Hearing that echoing, hollow sound
Pull out that shiny penny
Hold it up to catch a glimmer of sunlight
Pinch it between your thumb and middle finger
Close your eyes and breathe deep
Exhale slowly and whisper a wish
Then
SNAP
PING
PING
PLUNK
Open your eyes, smiling and hopeful
That the well will grant a promise for the future
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
She remembered
Oh yes
It all came flooding back
She tried to close the door
Put a chair under the handle
Shoved the burough in front of it
But it came smashing open
Sending her across the room
Pinning her against the wall
Choking her with thoughts
Stabbing her with vivid images
She wanted to bash her head against the wall
But it would do no good
So she stood with her arms open
Ready to embrace her tormentor
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Ever-hardening of hearts
Chipping at souls
Radiation blare Yellow bleeds Orange bleeds Red
What are these voices in my head?
Sallow Shallow Hollow
Burrow a hole in my brains
Grey matter's in tatters
Wants to jump right out of it's cage
But there are only windows
That taunt and tease
Impermeable, mocking, revealing the tempest
And there is no door in sight
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Thoughts just keep feeling half finished but, sometimes, someone finishes them for me yet that's not how I'd finish them and it doesn't really feel finished so, I let them collect in this half finished space, in a half finished place, in all their half assed, half finished, glory in a half full box, half full of half finished and half full of nothing.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Took a look around
Seeing what life had become
Staring blankly as she folded the laundry
And it occurred to her
She needed to sit down
Felt way beyond her years
Took a look around
Seeing what life had become
Staring blankly at the wall
And it occurred to her
She needed to hear a song
Felt she wanted release
Took a look around
Seeing what life had become
Staring blankly at the stereo
And it occurred to her
She needed to get out
Felt like being free
Took a look around
Seeing what life could become
Staring happily out into the future
Never once glancing back
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Weld your half empties into other half empties and a whole new world will rise.
Like taking your half-eaten Big Mac and smash it into a half-finished poem and you get two all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese pickles onioins on a seseme seed sonnet.
I'll rip myself right open wide
Come on in
Jump inside
Something was decaying
Then I wanted to open to you
Insides are outsides
Sideways, sidewinding
Do I have a hope in finding?
As I feel this binding
It's blinding, brilliance I beseech
Jump inside
Come on in
I'll rip myself right open wide
Restore my faith
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Yes, if there were ever any lists
Ever to be made
To ever bear my name
As if I'd ever be so lucky
As to ever entertain such an idea
I don't think I'd ever disappoint
I am forever second best
Who????(no one)??????
That's right!
Found a couple of old poems last night so, thought I'd dump this one in here today.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Befuddled, muddled
In the corner it huddled
Waiting to be cuddled
Afraid to be seen
Fears it's unclean
And cruel and mean
So it just sits
And wallows in it's shit
The vacuous pit
It sloshes about
In it's silence it's devout
But it's just I T C H I N G to get out!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Being Enlightened I saw a spider
So I sat down beside her
I asked her how her day was
She said "It was dandy."
Seems she was tired
Spinning her web all day
Only to have it demolished
By some unseeing brute
I expressed my sympathy
She laughed and said
"It's all in a day's work,
we all have to work for what we want.
If someone tries to destroy it, we must not give up,
we must just start again."
Comments
It's my name here at work! :rolleyes:
Nice to meet you 1953652, I'm 1988492.
Thanks for reading my stuff, john girl!
Your hands on my breasts
What do you see?
You whisper in my ear
Do you see what I see?
Your lips on my shoulder
Or do you see what I want you to see?
You turn me to face you
Can you be satisfied with that?
You bring your lips to mine
Can you be happy with the surface?
Breath intermingles and tongues tie
Will you try to scratch it away?
Your tongue then traces a trail
Will you be persistent?
From my chin down my neck
Will you be patient?
To my breast, where it lingers
Will you give it your all?
Fingers pinching one nipple
Will you keep on giving?
Teeth nibbling the other
I do so love to see you try.
Then your tongue slides down my stomach
I cry for joy when you try!
Licks my belly button
I try to direct you, when you try.
Continues it's slick trail down my abdomen
It's much better if you just go with it.
Down to where I'm wetter than water
If you follow the directions,
You then lick my lucious, precious place
Then you shouldn't get lost.
Your fingers find their way inside me
And if you feel lost,
I moan and groan and oh god...
Just ask for direction.
I feel myself tightening around your digits
There's no shame in asking!
Cumming on them and in your mouth
There's no harm in trying!
Enjoying and wriggling and basking in orgasmic bliss
Trust me when I say this,
I just love being dinner!!!
You should just LOOK MORE CLOSELY!
What's for dessert?
And you'll see what you've been missing!
You may enjoy this one, should you figure out the hidden meaning.
Luke Skywalker, when he slid his supple body into a stormtrooper outfit, became TK421.
1988492 eh?
Bull.
You're 6969696996969696
LOL! That's what I should be anyway!
I'm all sixes and nines see--screwed basically.
And loving it!
that was a good poem and very sexy-hot and sticky
you better look close SPANK
you little devil girl
Jim Carrol
Knowing what it signalled
Her heart hammered in her chest
A sweat broke on her forehead
Her breath quickening
His steps approached her room
She closed her eyes and braced herself
Heard her door creak open
Heard the four steps approach her bed
Heard him loosen his tie
Heard him unbutton his shirt
Heard him undo his belt
Heard him unzip and slide out of his pants
Heard him slip off his boxers
Heard him kick off his socks
Felt him drinking her into his sights
Felt his hands on her breasts as he spoke her name
Her stomach churned at his touch
Her mind reeled hearing his voice
She pulled out the blade from under her pillow
She plunged it in his stomach
She pulled it out
He dropped to his knees holding his gut
She buried it in his heart
She pulled it out
He looked stunned and fell over on his side
She snarled and jabbed it into his scrotum
She pulled it out
He gurgled and wheezed and twitched
And she watched, motionless, until he stopped
Then she sat on her bed
Dropped the bloody knife to the floor
Lay down and rolled over to finally sleep in peace
Only to wake to the sound of the door closing again
Can't find a Bloody Man....
Not genius, just perverted but nobody's supposed to know about that!
Dam!
no thoughts of mine ma'am!
all from your 7-8lb sexy head
my brain doesn't go to 11
at least no one has ever tried.
11! LOL!
--all our amps go to 11, you know, cause it's one louder than 10---
(you reminded me of "Spinal Tap")
All that mattered then
Leave behind
The lives of lost
Force fed
A river of regret
Ride on
A runaway crazy train
No concern
For that which you created
Dearly deserted
With welcome mat courtesy
No love
Sponge mop the blood letting
Trust nobody
With a hand behind their back
Broken angels
Can still learn how to fly
To the beautiful stone walls
That house the wishing well
Standing at the edge
Hearing that echoing, hollow sound
Pull out that shiny penny
Hold it up to catch a glimmer of sunlight
Pinch it between your thumb and middle finger
Close your eyes and breathe deep
Exhale slowly and whisper a wish
Then
SNAP
PING
PING
PLUNK
Open your eyes, smiling and hopeful
That the well will grant a promise for the future
Oh yes
It all came flooding back
She tried to close the door
Put a chair under the handle
Shoved the burough in front of it
But it came smashing open
Sending her across the room
Pinning her against the wall
Choking her with thoughts
Stabbing her with vivid images
She wanted to bash her head against the wall
But it would do no good
So she stood with her arms open
Ready to embrace her tormentor
He doesn't realize that she lives inside a frown.
You give me a boner at work. That's delightfully uncomfortable.
How dare you!
How dare you!
Chipping at souls
Radiation blare
Yellow bleeds Orange bleeds Red
What are these voices in my head?
Sallow Shallow Hollow
Burrow a hole in my brains
Grey matter's in tatters
Wants to jump right out of it's cage
But there are only windows
That taunt and tease
Impermeable, mocking, revealing the tempest
And there is no door in sight
Seeing what life had become
Staring blankly as she folded the laundry
And it occurred to her
She needed to sit down
Felt way beyond her years
Took a look around
Seeing what life had become
Staring blankly at the wall
And it occurred to her
She needed to hear a song
Felt she wanted release
Took a look around
Seeing what life had become
Staring blankly at the stereo
And it occurred to her
She needed to get out
Felt like being free
Took a look around
Seeing what life could become
Staring happily out into the future
Never once glancing back
Weld your half empties into other half empties and a whole new world will rise.
Like taking your half-eaten Big Mac and smash it into a half-finished poem and you get two all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese pickles onioins on a seseme seed sonnet.
hope to see you soon - i'll be waiting.
I'll rip myself right open wide
Come on in
Jump inside
Something was decaying
Then I wanted to open to you
Insides are outsides
Sideways, sidewinding
Do I have a hope in finding?
As I feel this binding
It's blinding, brilliance I beseech
Jump inside
Come on in
I'll rip myself right open wide
Restore my faith
I
LOVE
THAT
she lets go
Ever to be made
To ever bear my name
As if I'd ever be so lucky
As to ever entertain such an idea
I don't think I'd ever disappoint
I am forever second best
Who????(no one)??????
That's right!
Found a couple of old poems last night so, thought I'd dump this one in here today.
In the corner it huddled
Waiting to be cuddled
Afraid to be seen
Fears it's unclean
And cruel and mean
So it just sits
And wallows in it's shit
The vacuous pit
It sloshes about
In it's silence it's devout
But it's just I T C H I N G to get out!
this is SO you....